My telephones been abuzz all morning And I dont know who is trying to get through I did some shit that I should have done smarter But they get away with everything So I thought I could get away, I thought I could get away too Down in the gulf theres a black seamonster And my crime aint huge, a worldtattered cube That I didnt affix with a shiny new sticker Go swallow the summer and choke on the fumes Because they get away with everything that they do So hold onto your home Its shaky, I know, but if you flee trash will follow Home, onto your home Its shaky, I know, but if you flee trash will follow The winds that you left in your wake and youll fall down again Oh, the office called. Youre in deep, deep trouble The shit youre afraid of has made you hateful And youre letting on, tired eyes, all spiteful And nobody cares. We all got sorrows So hold onto your home and onto your hope Sorrow dont answer problems Hold onto your home and onto your hope Sorrow dont answer problems Hold onto your home and onto your hope Sorrow dont answer problems Hold onto your home and onto your hope Sorrow dont answer problems Nobody cares. Were all in trouble The shit that you hate dont make you special Nobody cares. Were all in trouble The shit that you hate dont make you special Nobody cares. Were all in trouble The shit that you hate dont make you special Nobody cares. Were all in trouble The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate The shit that you hate The shit that you hate dont make you special The shit that you hate The shit that you hate
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