Fagetarian And Dyke

Well how do I do, not good, fuck me
 I spent the last ten days of my life not getting any sleep
 Well how do I do, I don't, fuck you
 I spent the last ten days of my life searching for you
 What have you
 I heard, I heard everything
 And all that has changed, I have no clean clothes
 Selling my heart plus delusion plus nowhere left to go
 Small things become smaller, false not true
 You were not right, I have some guts somewhere
 What have you
 I heard, I heard everything
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 Well how did I do, not good, fuck this
 I spent the last ten days of my life ripping off the Smiths
 The pressure is on my head, my knee
 This amp's too heavy to carry, I need some wheels now
 What have you
 I heard, I heard everything