Nouns - Weird Beard | Текст песни

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send space back into my head/somewhere i can fit/a green hill, down rollin' bottle/should i take it or leave me alone

i'll back that fucker into a corner
i'll carve the space into his head

too much is fed up with you/you changes every other day/so whoever you is today, i hope you fit in nicely

buzzards flying all around/shitty pretty things//I met a junkie I fed the junkie I killed a junkie I am the junkie

still in bed with my habits, same old bed I shared with fayeleigh

ah, fuck it/ let the good times roll
'til I can myself feel whole

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