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I hope my insides pull apart
I got some sorting I need to do
My friends tell me to say yes
I guess ill try my very best

This city won’t suck my broken veins
Even though my blood is bloody clean
My teeth are stuck inside my tongue
to keep my mouth from owning up

So much for my brilliant honesty

So no more complaining
And no more explaining
No more magic tricks and taps
You get what I’m saying?
I'm through with blaming all those biter trips and tracks

I want my toast with butter and jam
I want to eat green eggs and ham
I want to set this country straight
I want to say up real real late

I’ll let the street lamps light the way
To my indignant open grave
I’ll clap my hands and take a guess
My tombstone is marked with the word
“YES”

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from Alphabet. Alphabets., released June 13, 2006

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Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey

Post-whatever, psych-soaked blues. Est. 2002, NJ.

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