| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
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| I’m Jezmund the family berserker
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| I’m bought for the price of a flagon of rice
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| The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life
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| Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
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| Confuse what you can of the ending
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| And revise your despise so impending
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| 'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn’t quite mask
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| I’m getting it clearly through alternate paths
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| Or mixed in with the signal you’re sending
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| But who can unlearn all the facts that I’ve learned
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| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
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| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
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| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
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| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
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| Can’t this wait till I’m old?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| But no peace for Jezmund tonight
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| I plug the stress tube up tight
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| And watch what I say as it flutters away
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| To all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
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| Not to educate somebody’s fright
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| But who can unlearn all the facts that I’ve learned
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| I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
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| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
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| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
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| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
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| Can’t this wait till I’m old?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| But who can unlearn all the facts that I’ve learned
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| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
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| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
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| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
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| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
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| Can’t this wait till I’m old?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young?
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| Can’t I live while I’m young? |