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Growing Old
02:50
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Shut up and dance you fucking clown, I'm tired and I can't move my arms. I'm a prudish brute with no friends. Give it up for the man, don't say that you don't understand. I'm coughing my lungs and I don't complain. Because honestly, I'm losing my hair, I'm growing old, I'm out of control.
My Sunbean wants to settle down, but I'm still trying to find my sound. I'm making a noise no one wants.
Babababadahbabababa
Because honestly, I'm losing my hair, I'm growing old, I'm out of control.
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Set me up and hit me down. Confidence is a feline lie, because I will give nothing else, a feeling sense, a teething tense.
Spit it out, I'm bored of your grayscale salutes.
Up around the pretty clouds, they smile at you and you do too. I know you well. I know you well. I know you well, I'll up and run.
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Enjoy the moderation of a skipping beat, the singing and joyful hum. Lift the lids of all of our pots and pans lined with all your cooking past. Console this futile argument with food and drink. Let's silently carve this meat. Let's silently carve this meat.
And I wonder, and I wonder, is this what you want?
Content with rituals of tantrums and bad luck, a genuine look of hurt. So take away the guilt and shame with a book, a book with words, and small pictures. Let's silently carve this meat. Let's silently carve this meat
And I wonder, and I wonder, is this what you want?
Let's silently carve this meat. Let's silently carve this meat
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Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Feeling loose, kiss chase, summer sun
Cutting grass, sports day, egg and spoon race
Teacher says, listen up, listen up, don't be sad, don't be bad
I don't think that we should carry on
I don't want to listen anymore
Feeling safe, feeling safe, don't cry
Tie your shoes, tie your shoes, grazed up knees
Hide yourself, cops and robbers, run away
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
Somersaults, handstands, cartwheels
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Ravi Gunslinger Birmingham, UK
Ravi Gunslinger is a 30-something, jobless bum still living with with mum and dad. Was Kurt Cobain a fan? Did he famously wear a Ravi Gunslinger tee in public? Probably not.
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