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Unsure
03:18
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Walk home
Alone
Wait till you get in the door
Notice you said
Something to me that I,
Couldn't hear
Do just friends act like that?
(oh)
And I'm sorry
About tonight
I shouldn't have put up a fight
And it happens to me all the time...
And I drove away
To Montreal
To be specific.
I'll overthink it if I want to
And I saw you
For who you were, unsure
Walk home alone
Wait till you get in the door
Notice you said something
That I couldn't hear?
Unsure?
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2. |
Acid in the Lake
02:54
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Flashlights in caves only make it darker
Vacant in the optics
Tightness
My hips take it in.
You bottle your wine stint, haunted
Brunt in
Cuddle it; sweep it in
Huddle up
No teamwork
It’s just myself trying to concentrate the acid in the lake,
But it bleeds like the pulse laid in my palm’s nest, naked
Carpet
My cat high as a kite on the bedspread,
Her head tilted.
Leave the child alone
Leave the child alone
After all this time
You remain the same
Calling out my name
You will never change
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3. |
Consumer Complaints.
02:20
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When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
I don’t know why you’re so dang mad.
All I said was that we’re all out of plaid,
but you just had to go off.
Go wear your quilt, Karen.
When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
I don’t know why you just stole 5 gum.
Should I call the cops or let you run?
We’re down $1.79.
What a dumb crime, Karen.
When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
I don’t know why you spat out your shoplift gum.
It’s on the jeweler's display and it’s stuck.
Grossed out all the customers.
Why be like that, Karen?
When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
When the time comes, will you speak to my manager?
You stuck gum down my poor boss’s throat.
Now she’s coughing it up on all the coats.
Ruining our outdoor stock?
Go sniff a sock, Karen.
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4. |
Wet Willy
01:46
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Want a slurpee?
Tank on empty?
Need sunny D?
Wet Willy has your back!
Look over here!
No! Look away!
Wet Willy is about to spray!
His hands unclasp
Straws unfray
Oh dear lord, here comes OJ.
Want a slurpee?
Tank on empty?
Need sunny D?
Wet Willy has your back!
Need sunscreen?
Need more protein?
The man of your dreams!
Wet Willy has your back!
Oh no! Here he comes!
Frozone zooms down from the sun.
Willy lifts his hands
Yells “GET THIS PASTE!”
And he shoots cement at his face.
Little does he know
Frozone reflects the blow
Coats the jets in his hands
Never had a chance.
Want a slurpee?
Tank on empty?
Need sunny D?
Wet Willy has your back!
Need sunscreen?
Need more protein?
The man of your dreams!
Wet Willy has your back!
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oh wait haha lol theyre not uhh availible at this time is history,, our resources3 only go so farra, sory
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