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| Title: | The Dutch Are Practical, It's A Hub | Artist: | A Voice Like Rhetoric | Album: | N/A |
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Excuses and another i suppose
I'll wait until it shuts off
How am i not myself?
This would be much faster
How and i not myself?
This could spell disaster
The excuses i breath
Are not only leaving
They repeat
Oh one on one
How i miss you
In a crowded room
The same way they parley
How and i not myself?
This would be much faster
How am i not myself?
This could spell...
The excuses i breath are not only leaving
They repeat
I need to get out!
Profane etching on our bare walls
With profanity sketched on blank walls
Which only wait for an ill fated end
I am swallowing every single word
I'll escape by standing right where i am