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I'm talkin'

I'm talkin'

I'm talkin' to myself more

Needle, fetal

Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah

And you see that synthetic therapy

Don't you know, it seems to be so unappealing

But, oh what a feeling

And I wish that you would stop spitting

When you're talking to me

And inside, air dry

I might want to go another way, oh yeah

But you see now, I'm too pale to get out

Into the lovely light of day, hey

Oh, I'll do anything that you say

Oh, I'll do anything that you say

But I wish you would stop spitting

When you're talking to me, me

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

I'm talking to myself more

One by one

Man to man

Stand to stand

Two, five

Talkin' to myself