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three mile pilot - sore loser lyrics

summer turned ahead of green
simples came wicked for this head of lettuce +
camouflage condom
wig on his head belly o’ greed +
sl!ck wax floors before the door at the bottom of the slide
walls turn to a point + slipping on the glass eye
as the lid blinks over this crushed lens +
like the day that the lid closed the sky above your head +
bleeding all over the maid but she’s made to be fast but it won’t last
like the day that the lid closed the sky above your head +
we all bleed the same + (he can’t make the difference in days they all bleed into the same) +

he’s here now he might as well stay he plays
the game well he’s not a sore loser +
he says sore losers are out before they
even get up to swing + but he can’t even get up with that belly o’ greed +

belly like a whale + but he’s gonna get it one way or another and if he can’t find it…
what is it that we suffer + is it in your head + like
the day that the lid closed the sky above your head + he gets closer every time

- three mile pilot lyrics

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