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Mother Mother
Mother Mother
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Ryan Guldemond
Ryan Guldemond
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Ryan Guldemond
Ryan Guldemond
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Alright Hey (hey, hey) Tell me your weakness Oh, I keep it a secret Oh come on, just one vice Okay, it's vodka on ice But then there's women on bikes Or just the women who straddle Oh, now you are a handful I forgot about handfuls Tell me your fears Okay, it's everyone here You mean, just all of the people? Yeah, and all of their peers And all of their pets And their chandeliers And their cigarettes I haven't smoked in years I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all Talk about space Well, it's a beautiful place But it's so damn cold Sure, for the human race But for the planets and the stars And everything else, and Mars It's like paradise Spread out with a butter knife I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all I can hardly stand, baby, I can hardly- Everyone's fucked and they don't even know Everyone's fucked and they don't even know Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah Everyone's fucked and they don't even know Everyone's fucked and they don't even know They don't even know, they don't even know I can hardly stand the sight of it all I can hardly stand the sound of it all I can hardly stand the taste of it all I can hardly stand the smell of it all I can hardly stand, I can hardly- Everyone's fucked and they don't even know Everyone's fucked and they don't even know
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