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Sebadoh - Sixteen lyrics
Sweep the dirt under your rug You're on your drug, and then it hits me It's paregoric in my head, I'm all doped-up And just a baby Doing just fine, you're making up your mind…16 I'm all grown up and what I know It isn't from your mouth And now I'm confused ‘cuz you don't talk Or wonder what I think I'm standing here and still I cannot hear you My passion's locked inside me Divulging your imperative For during, though, it's easy (?) A hundred years of therapy Thanks, thanks anyway, I'll soon be leaving |
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