when you're outta town, you try to treat me like i'm buried underground, but i could give or take a fuck, cause i just really wanna talk to you.
dunno what you've heard, halfly deep in dirt, but i can't make my body sound.
sleeping bag of worms until you come around, guess i'll never learn.
playin' by ear's slow with tongue-in-cheek and toes, before you make like dust.
takes a week or so, but not for kids like us, putting all our love to waste.
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