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I Was a Teenage Hand Model Lyrics

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that I was trying to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, what's that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hear That's what you like
So I was thinking
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn't waiting
It's just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Looking inside
The butcher's got a fork in your face
I'm standing alive
And I was singing
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