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When you're a flightless bird with wings
Sometimes the humor of a bitter god just loses all its novelty
So now you get too drunk to sleep
You spend the night driving with one eye closed
To keep the lines from doubling

Replaying the gory scene incessantly
Forgot the safe word was imaginary
Forgot about my poor selective memory
Feeling like a fat kid at the beach who's still weighing
The pros and cons of weak bulimic teeth

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Means that never reach an end
That's what you get for living in your head
You breathe 3 a.m. breath
And tell yourself that this is for the best

You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best
You tell yourself that this is for the best

Writer(s): Owen Richard Evans

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