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Emmy the Great
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You are watching a program for exactly an hour All of these hours they will add up to a day You will sit there till they're done But there are twenty four to play
There'll be rims around your eyelids By the seventh or the eighth But if you go to sleep tonight You will be older when you wake And you say one man is the parachute And the other is the knife that cuts the brake
First we were born Then we ran slowly out of luck You are still not Charles Bukowski And I am not Diane Cluck
And I would suck the life from you If there was any left to suck And I would love you if you told me There was something there to love
I would marry you for money I would marry you for money I would marry you for money or for luck I would marry you for money But I don't suppose you'll ever have enough
Well, the man on the screen He has done more in a minute Than you have achieved in your whole entire life
When you finally realize Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I was the best thing you had in it We'll be closing up your eyelids On the bed or once you die
And I'll be sorry if it happens to you Sorry if it happens to you Sorry if it happens to you
But I guess if one man is the cancer Then his death is just the knife That makes the cut
Twenty four for every year That we have slept Day by day into the neck of the abyss
And I am twenty four today I don't believe I'll sit Through another year of this While you are sewing up your lips
And I'll be sorry that you happened to me Sorry that you happened to me Sorry that you happened to me
But they say that one man is the accident The other is the hand that stops the blood And I am looking for the other one
I'm looking for the blade to make the cut Oh, if one man is the accident I'm looking for a hand to stop the blood
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