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Shake me, I’m waiting
In your new arc they’re saying
I’m the creature in your sick thing
Everybody sees a giant
When the bad moon in your heart sings
And your wind up gears start grinding
Your teeth feel you smiling
A better, happier you
The better happier you
When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
We carry on like it’s easy
Like you’re all out and I’m your man
Hit me, I’m bleeding
In your lounger, on your grooming
It’s the future that’s whoring
The better, happier you
A better happier you
When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
We carry on like it’s easy
Like you’re all out
And I’m your man
Baby I’m your man
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