Ibland förstår jag Thom utan att ens förstå varför (with no alarms and no surprises please)
A heart that’s full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won’t heal., you look so tired-unhappy.
Bring down the government, they don’t, they don’t speak for us
This is my final fit, my final bellyache,
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