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letra de misery loves company - flight distance

[intro: patience]
yo f-ck paxil, i’m off that sh-t
yeah, yeah

[chorus: patience & (bender)]
i can’t write my last name legibly
(a balancing act, this is bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)
yo
i can’t write my last name legibly
(yo it’s a balancing act, call it bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)
audio

[verse 1: bender]
straight out the aqueduct
fishing for somnia with awful luck i smoke cones in pairs they call me walrus tusks
[?] are foggy but it shops a plus ’cause, it’s plug-fugly bug honey
hopping up a dozen dust bunnies
pump my stomach dry, the fluids crystallizing vicious quick compulsions pulsing through a rubber spine with crippled timing
9/11 pyrotechnic maastricht cl-ster, i’m a bad mother-funcrusher numbers-cruncher undercover
stranded on the tenth planet hope the orbit holds
born a scorpio the cancer’s spreading through the horoscope
24 below, swarming ’round the lord of the flies
before the globe is coca-colonized with corporate ties
grab my clan like tony starks and golden arms, my breath set off smoke alarms
sh-ll composed of old discarded motor parts off stolen cars
this broken heart’s a dead engine, overcharged and spent
let the open bar coma starve the only spark that’s left
these days the only thing i’m battling is writer’s block
frosty mugshot once my shadow’s hitting five o’ clock
when i open only trust my paranoia
i never fell for flu shots, nato or perestroika
agitated basket case, winter king but frozen royalties
scissor finger filthy smokestack, i roll sequoia trees
hip hop got my heart snapped in four fractions
shouting f-ck the world and catching sarcastic -rg-sms

[chorus: patience & (bender)]
i can’t write my last name legibly
(a balancing act, this is bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)
i can’t write my last name legibly
(yo it’s a balancing act, call it bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)

[verse 2: patience]
h-ll yeah man, i flew the coop right on through
my word is bond don’t be bothered sticking to my guns like glue
stop questioning my motives, asking what i’m gonna do
i’ve had the very same moments kid, i’m just as true as you
my heart is on the line to any labels tryna sign me
bus route’s 2-0-85, come and find me
i’ll be chilling heavy, soaked to the bone, drinking with the limey
with my cigarettes on [?], sitting right beside me
i’m a walking contradiction on a mission lost in fiction
leave all my thoughts and diction caught up in the cost of living
you are a vision charming beautiful wit if you front on me
’cause my misery, loves pharmaceutical companies
i’m a paroxetine-charged oxygen alkaloid inhibitor
with dividends driven in that of an alcoholic visitor
you see, i throw the top off plasma concentration clouds for my awakened state
and face the day as a waste of sp-ce
i’m patchwork, i f-cking re-uptick and duct tape
my mental condition’s in total rough shape like crushed grapes
we can touch base, paxil created my mania
side effects got me lasting up eight hours in your l-b– baby
maybe a day with this could change your misconception
of ocd, woe is me i’m scheming this correction
witness utter asthenia and constant somnolence
chemical man i, requiring others’ tolerance

[chorus: patience & (bender)]
i can’t write my last name legibly
(a balancing act, this is bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)
i can’t write my last name legibly
(yo it’s a balancing act, call it bad brain chemistry)
you’ve got a left-sided mind and you walk with a slant
(well you spend like half your waking life washing your hands)

[outro: bender]
yeah, flight distance done escaped from the zoo
got you sitting there waiting for the avian flu
“you know he’s gonna do that f-cking drum solo. din din, din din bwbwbw, din din, din din bwbwbw, din din”

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