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Chode to Joy

from Human​-​Human by Trough

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My face is a wasteland,
My eyes are swollen shut.
My head's in a whirlwind
and I know I can't stand up.
I'm living on dead sex,
I'm living on dead smiles.
I'm laughing at dead jokes.
There's no birds for miles.

Old Sawbones Time.
It's Old Sawbones Time.

Not yet thirty summers
And I've already had enough.
You've cracked my mind's ribs,
So now you can open me up.
I'm caught in a foreign film
with no action:
A beautiful thing
that never happened.

Old Sawbones Time.
It's Old Sawbones Time.

There's no birds for miles.
There's no birds for miles.
Not a sound not a sound not a sound.

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from Human​-​Human, released December 13, 2017

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