In this bed, I can see things
In this
In this bed, I can see things
A Bobby with a bum knee eating bánh mi above me
A chopping block, a clock with hands stuck at the top
And I swore never to negotiate with emotional terrorists
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I mean you, yeah, you
From this hill, I won't come down
From this
From this hill, I won't come down
A dumb-dumb with a sore thumb chewing Stevia gum
Telling me to vote blue no matter who
And I swore never to negotiate with emotional terrorists
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I swore never to negotiate with emotional terrorists
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I mean you, yeah, you
And I mean you, yeah, you
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