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Turbulence

Imagine that
I can't be comforted at all
In pieces
I went from crawlin into a ball evidence
It's in my breathing every day
Less and less
And less

Hey you
You wore me out there was nothin left for anybody else and you
You're the last little shit that anyone expected could put through this
Yeah it's true

Turbulence
Auto pilot to control
Down and down
And down
And if he's there
Ooooooooo then I'll take my order to go
He shouldn't see
He shouldn't know

Hey you
You wore me out there was nothin left for anybody else and you
You're the last little shit that anyone expected could put through this
Ya little fucker it's true

And over there in the corner of the room sat little
Jack Horner
In his gloom oh how you like it there nanananana (Nanananananana…) (Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh hey you)

Hey you (Hey you)
You slither around while you rip every vein out (Hey you)
And you (Hey you)
You're once so charming self inflicted tortured act (Hey you)
It's a loser (Hey you) and a poser's tool (Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh hey you)
Hey you (Hey you)
You wore me out there was nothin left for anybody else (Hey you) and you (Hey you)
You're the last little shit that anyone expected could put through (Hey you) this (Hey you)
Ya little fucker it's true (Hey you) (Hey you)

Imagine that
Imagine that

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