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In Fact Lyrics

I'm a mess, even at my best time
dismantling my chances even as I win a bunch
I've got tripwires to [Incomprehensible] I'm a mess
No, I ain't right if there's a test tonight
I will ask for an extension as I slide my desk a bit
towards the con man dressed in white, I ain't right

in fact it's messier still that messes are hook
that drags me along
and now that mess has an [Incomprehensible] to rush
or blessed in dongeries, what went wrong?
I confess it like a [Incomprehensible]
Yes, I have wrote under a your piano
that you don't play a lot
But I'm sorry I'd address, I'm a mess

so let me out, don't wanna be a mess
I wanna find a softer spot for my crash-landing
not much to talk about, let me out
in fact it's messier still, that mess' on the lose
and leading a mob
they march with pitchforks and torches now
they have an old [Incomprehensible]
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