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Copyright Rob Ketcherside; contact roket swirly gwu.edu"TOO FLAT"
To make my head revolve,
Drink the same shit as always and
If I rip away a bit of time
Occasionally it'll show me a dream.
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT The kind that can't be bought with money..
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT I just want sure contentment.
Gather together my tired body and
Drink the same shit as always.
It'll let me forget everything;
I need the same thing as always.
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT The kind that can't be bought with money..
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT I just want sure contentment.
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT How far must my mind go?
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT I desire true satisfaction.
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT How long must my body be inflicted with wounds?
TOO FLAT TOO FLAT True contentment will come.
While staring at this decaying body,
In a child's heart, the visage is recalled.