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Smells in the jar like dad's plastic mug
It's not the bug that's making me sick
Not as loud as before
That's 'cause I covered it up
Smothered in my love

Thick as brick but stick and stone, hurt
Me less than silence and warn
But burning hands mend me like wool, so feel me up
I'm too old to be crying so much

Smell is faded just like my shirt
That she gave to me but I never returned
I think I feel too much I gotta give up, I've gotta go
Back, to that place I've known but never been before

Thick as brick but stick and stone, hurt
Me less than silence and warn
But burning hands mend me like wool, so feel me up
I'm too old to be crying so much

Thick as brick but stick and stone, hurt
Me less than silence and warn
But burning hands mend me like wool, so feel me up
I'm way too old to be crying so much
To be crying so

(humming)

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