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sore loser - three mile pilot 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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