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letra de the usual week - jon whatever

fridge full of sp-ce no food to waste, bins are an empty place, hardly any waste
the cooler box is not so cool when you got nothing to come home to
no goods to exchange for some benjamin franklin-. that wouldn’t likely happen, likely to get a slapping
jump in the car and start running laps
like your racing down and under tracks
i wonder what it would turn out
to be frozen for a dozen years after drinking high volumes of beer- that stoned you can’t hear
and come back with no sense of fear
these last years drained the sh-t out of u, brought out a fake image of u-they took the p-ss outa u, people changed around u, treating you like trash
things didn’t plan out the way it was meant to be
you started biting back at the tree, the bite was bigger than it was meant to be
life pulled you a lemon –now your lying in hospital linen, eyes on u like your spinning
there’s that much tension looks like u need a section 4, to remove your selected thoughts

trying catch a break , but your fishing in a trawler surrounded place
all u really need moment of piece, trying to get some sleep, background sound repeats
people so focused on u
when u sleep,,when you eat, when you blink

- jon whatever

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