Screeching Weasel - Speed Of Mutation | Текст песни

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It only seems to happen at three or four a.m.
Some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend
Becomes clear but I can't hold it, it happens in my dreams
I can't remember what it was that meant so much

Don't question speed of mutation [x4]

Even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and pure
I lay there, something missing, what happened to that girl?
Is she okay or is she just a face in the crowd?
Why can't I think of what it was that mean so much

Don't question speed of mutation [x4]

Why do I wake up feeling that I’ve lost something big?
Why do I try to hold on to things that don't exist?
I keep on asking myself what happened to that girl
They're moments that I make up, they’re moments sweet and pure

Don't ever try to find something you left behind
Don't ever try to make a memory into something
Don't ever fool yourself, it always disappears
Don't ever kid yourself, there's no girl of your dreams

Don't question speed of mutation [x4]
Mutation [x8]

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