I'm not hugging you no more because you hug back like a cactus.
Out come rosy red cheeks and I'm springing leaks.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. [4x]
Trail off and disappear.
Kids grow up and they all have one.
Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure.
A diamond in the rough polished up to be an immaculate piece of shit.
I hope you make it.
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