Morning blurring into noon
And i'm out of the old rustic black
I'm seeing red, i'm feeling blue
And working on this heart attack
And i'm out of the old rustic black
I'm seeing red, i'm feeling blue
And working on this heart attack
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
Baritone the keys are broke
The drum machines are running slow
But i wrote down everything i could
I tell you everything is good
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
And i never had a name before
No, i never played the filthy door
But your punk rock mom was wrong
She ain't never listened to the song
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
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