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Pomeranians
02:08
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i was raised by pomeranians
i miss my mom and i'm losing sleep again
i feel flakey like a croissant, what more could you want?
i want to make everyone happy
but start to cower when things turn grizzly
i'm slow to the draw and an even slower walker
i make strange jokes and i'm a bad small talker
it is straight forward but it doesn't seem to fit
jean paul satre's crusty ass didn't write about this shit
i want to make everyone happy
but not everyones gonna be
happy with me
when
i leave
then
the world will hate
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i'd like you to get some fucking shit done around here
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3. |
Old
02:02
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Mailman Limp
01:31
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5. |
In My Room
02:21
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Up In My Tree
02:31
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so if you need to contact me
i'll be way up in my tree
find me in desperate need
of a ladder, it doesn't matter
i'll fall into life's cleanest depths
fucked
hoping to be plucked
find us separated, inseparably
i feel you guys hate me
and i'm not feeling sorry for myself
but i do feel sorry
sorry for what?
you may know the things that i've done
but you don't know how far i have come
you may think that i'm pretty dumb
and i could argue with that
but that argument just can't be won
so if you need to contact me
i'll be way up in my tree
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it gets hard to be someone
someone's grandson
someone's son, son
and you wake up
its what you do
you try to do things for you
and fail
and you might and Bail
on the people that are looking out
you might sit and pout
put it wont solve shit
get a grasp on your own thoughts
go outside kid, please don't rot
you shut-in
i don't mean to butt in but
your worth more than the basic core
of who you may or may not be
work with me and we'll work to be
alive and happy
i might know you
and i might owe you
i might know you
but that doesn't mean i want to
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I dream of silent thunderstorms
under blankets cozy safe and warm
rainfall in well-lit clear blue skies
happiness in miserable disguise
ninety nine brand new red corvets
piled up in a ninety nine car wreck
special children receiving their awards
while the others live lives they can't afford to
live
mister rogers believes in you
and mother fucker, i do to
I dream of silent thunderstorms
under blankets cozy safe and warm
rainfall in well-lit clear blue skies
happiness in miserable disguise
how charitable of you and funny
to take in this egregious dummy
mister rogers believes in you
and mother fucker, i do to
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Legume Detroit, Michigan
Liam McNitt
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Liam.shay@gmail.com
Instagram: @legume_band
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Twitter: @LiamAMcNitt
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