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Circle past the start and tell me how much cash you get
I've been pretty down on my luck and I'm getting late on rent
I won't see you in twenty years
But I'll leave you some of my stuff, some of my stuff when I'm dead
Take me back to 2008
I must go or I will be late
I'll whip you up a coffee if you want to stick around
I know it's kind of loud, but you can scream to drown the sound
I'll leave the tip jar on the counter love
So if you've got some notes, I can pass them along
Take me back to 2008
I must go or I will be late
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Cartoons
03:53
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I've been getting fed up with the passage of time
These kinds of thoughts always seem to slip my mind
I'm getting older
Nothing to show for
Working seven hours at the bowling alley
To get my cheque and go back to my hotel
Let it out
Shut my mouth
You've been making money in the empty silence
When you're dead, you can reconcile
Do your time
Waste your life
Let's go get our future from the fortune teller
Give me a reading that I can comprehend
Don't try to change the tune
I want to go back to watching cartoons
Don't try to change their minds
I want to go back to watching cartoons
I think I was less when I was still young
It seems easy with less bullets in the gun
Pour me one
Let's have some fun
Let me eat the crackers from your bleeding hands
I've said my grace and I'm ready to eat my pride
Hearing Billy Idol makes me want to die
But that's alright, I've done my time
I've had my fill
Don't try to change the tune
I want to go back to watching cartoons
Don't try to change their minds
I want to go back to watching cartoons
I just want to watch some cartoons
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The rabbit made some friends
He'll get through the winter again
I'll be here this time next year
To see if he's made amends
Maybe I drank too much
I'm having trouble perceiving the time
I can't seem to find my way
Staring back through owl's eyes
They buried me yesterday
Or maybe some time ago
Someone lit a match
But I know deep down, it's not for me
Broken shards of glass
Funeral hearts en masse
You won't believe I'm gone
The ending has played out all wrong
Maybe I drank too much
I'm having trouble perceiving the time
I can't seem to find my way
Staring back through owl's eyes
Staring back through
Through owl's eyes
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Finally, I'll be free again
Encrusted heart attack
Athlete's foot has got your back
Born in the arms of a god
Encrusted vines that you saw
Empty burlap canteens
Your gun has got your back
Slept in the arms of a priest
Rigged systems cut so deep
Finally, I'll be free again
I'm not alive
I'm swimming in fire
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Alexander Boudreau Waterloo, Ontario
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