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It kinda just hits me in waves
Like a wrestler stuck in a phony career
I didn't know the odds were rigged
To benefit the lost old soul who was killing me

The one to call the necessary fall
The pain should fit me well but it's not mine
No, it's not mine

Ginnie decided to see what's outside of the basement
A confetti parade for the man who invented the bomb
Ginnie survives an incredible chemical fusion
The world's on the street singing graces to get you back on

Wait all night for you to call

Your message got lost in the phone
I was out on my own with her hands on my ears
Apologetic airport boy
I'll help you with your bags
I can be your delivery

I kinda want something to say
Something nasty and true with a Kennedy aim
The mayor of a clockwork town
The mayor of a clockwork town

What do you want to do today?
What do you want to do today?
What do you want to do today?
What do you want to do today?

The one to call a necessary fall
The pain should fit me well but it's not mine
No, it's not mine

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from Wintertape 6: "I Don't See Your Name On It", released December 26, 2017

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