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Honey get the kids, honey sort the leeks
Make sure that the barcodes match the receipts
Honey there's a store, a new place in town
They're selling new blades for my mower
New blades for my mower

It's funny how it pays, it's funny how it works
When you follow the codes from Head Office alerts
I read about a guy, he went walking away
Just walking and turned himself over
He turned himself over

Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills
And expects to feel alive?
I've finally found, a new place in town
They're selling new blades for my mower
New blades for my mower

And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer

Honey I'm awake, honey I'm alive
It's funny ha ha when I tickle your sides
My neon's above, 24 hour love
My carrots are frozen all over
They're frozen all over

Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills
And expects to feel alive?
I've finally found, a new place in town
It's funny I thought he looked older
I thought he looked older

And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer

And I try to be a man
And I try to be a man
And I try to see the life inside of me

And I tilt my head back and I swallow the pills
I no longer feel alive
Re-order the rolls, straighten the pies
My prices are starting to lower
They're starting to lower

And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer

My place in the sun and my house near the ocean
My place in the sun and my house near the ocean
Is fading away, it's fading away
And I'll hand myself over
I'll hand myself over

I'm catching you up and I've picked up your gloves
And I'm catching you up and I've picked up
your gloves
And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
your dogs
And I'm catching you up and I've picked up
your gloves

And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
your dogs
And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
your dogs

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