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Superbowl Sunday

from Thoroughly Airborne by Where You Last Left It

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For all your football teams
For all your Stetson dreams
For all your jobs I didn't take
For all your stupid schemes
The middle makes the means
For the emotions I won't fake

For all your dreams
You breathe smoke at me

For all your shit-talking
For all your embalming
For all your moulds afraid to break
For all your guilt-fucking
and your hate-mongering
you still believe that you'll be saved
And on this holy day
You will think I'm saved
Think I'll endorse your stupid dreams
Dispose of archetypes
Engender 1-D lives
Tip my hat ironically and leave

All your dreams
Far, far behind me

La, la,
La, la,

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from Thoroughly Airborne, releases April 9, 2036

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Electroniques de la nuit. Pre-eclampsyian oddities. Curious hand shapes. Little comets of button-bashing.

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