Midwestern Stylings (piano Version) by Glassjaw
Alright 1, 2, 3, 4.
Tell me or I'll cast away.
Co-defrequent,
Summer holiday.
If I wasn't mourned now one more time...
This atonal score,
For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance floor.
I'm dying the death of a man man for.
Standard procedure.
I serve no use for you.
God's littlest creature,
You're my bore.
You witnessed my fallen gene,
That pushes away like a cancer.
And be the count that parted mine.
Handicap that pushes madness between lover.
I dabble in the badness of a.
Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you.
God's littlest creature,
You're my new muse.
The mind tricks the body,
Body thinks the mind is crazy,
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