Mundane tunnel activity leaves an empty taste, leads lack of satisfaction over a searching head, boring routine, grass is green but I’m still bored.
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Okay, carnality has strobe lights, pretty for a few dances then I’m ready to leave these unfit parties, blah and blah is doing this, can you believe what they’re wearing?
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Spin spin, don’t stop.
Lie after lie, it all flops falling flat.
Swinging in this game but I’m tired of it all, throw off my hat.
