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f*** All These Documents Lyrics

I'm always peaking on the porch
Wondering where I am, where all the dirt in the city went
I'm lost under a thin layer of water on my brain
You're lost
You'll never find me.
We were sitting by the lake in FDR at dusk
My head collapsed so g****** fast
I'm lost, but I'm where I want to be
You're lost
And you'll never find me.
I smoke too much, I'm high right now
I trip too much, I'm falling down

So now it's spending every hard-earned cent
That isn't set aside for rent on plastic bags and loose cigarettes
And watching wasted time collect
In growing piles in ashtrays on my desk.
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