I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style's crumbling, covered, canned It was sick and no, you don't even know how it comes and shifts Then gets ruined by you fucking slobs
It's classical Anyway
I can't help it, it makes me so sick over and over It sits stiff, bound with no heart Fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arising I can see it coming over your cloud
It's classical Anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick
It's just a bad call, it's so funny How you think I'm so serious, but that's not it The thing is, I don't give enough to give a fuck You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep
It's classical Anyway How cool are you? I remember
And who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck? It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out Hardly hoping, money, please arise up off the fucking knees Hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heart
It's classical Anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick in my head I feel sick
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