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Yes.
I hope my insides pull apart I got some sorting I need to do Yeah my friends tell me to say yes I guess I'll try my very best
Yeah. This city won’t suck my broken veins Even though my blood is bloody clean My teeth are stuck inside my tongue to keep My mouth from owning up
So much for my brilliant honesty So no more complaining And no more explaining No more magic tricks and taps
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You get what I’m saying? I'm through with blaming all those biter trips and tracks I want my toast with butter and jam I want to eat green eggs and ham
And I want to set this country straight I want to say up real real late I’ll let the street lamps light the way To my indignant open grave
I’ll clap my hands and take a guess My tombstone is marked with the word “YESâ€
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