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Squirtgun - Morning Grit lyrics
Morning light burns me through a crack in my window Wipe that grit caught in my eye I look in the mirror, see a face staring back at me Pop in my eyeballs for size I'm running like a fan on high, please help me find my low Walking backwards I smile and I see my teeth They should be gleaming, but they're not Squeeze the tube Trying to find salvation A handful of paste is what I got |
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