The Barrel - Headache | Текст песни

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My inside plant is dried and soft and dying with my soul
My face is ugly, veins inflated, can't you see it's your fault?
Just shut your mouth and slap yourself at your sweetty butt
Your voice annoying me so much that now I've got
A headache
I've got a headache
I've got a headache
Now could you please shut up and sit down on your place?

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