The Youngins - Self | Текст песни

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HE SITS IN THE BACKYARD
SELF
HE SITS IN HIS BEDROOM
SELF
HE DITCHES HIS BOREDOM
SELF
HE GOES ON A WALK

SELF

HE PICKS UP A PENCIL
SELF
HE WRITES WHAT IS SAID
SELF
HE CARRIES HIS OWN HEART
SELF
HE STICKS TO HIS GUNS

SELF

HE SLEEPS ON THE CONCRETE
HE'S DIRTY AND FILTHY
HE WATCHES YOU WALK BY
HE FOLLOWS YOU HOME
HE SITS THERE QUIETLY
HE KNOWS HE'S IN CONTROL
HE TOUCHES HIMSELF BEHIND YOUR BACK

SELF

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