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New End Original - Weary Progress lyrics
It was a nervous little shudder, I was thinking of my mother, I was making up excuses, I was sorry, sore, no intimacy. Cradlecap and funny sports and thin. I miss my daughter's breath. What really sticks it in are the cold spots in the bed. Like everybody in the world, I want to be misunderstood. Likable, creepy, underrated, braggart, busy, really good. It's weary progress. I yell, I get frustrated, I scream. Drunk brother painting bare rooms. Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m and foolish lips are all the way in Boston, but they're sounding pretty good. Like everybody in the world, I want to be misunderstood. Likable, creepy, underrated, braggart, busy, really good. It's weary progress. |
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