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Vanillaroma — Dirty Duds
Vanillaroma — Dirty Duds — lyrics
I’m biting carrots
And my fingers hold
The keys to the vault
I found a therapist
He laughed and told me
«It’s all your fault»
The good samaritan
I pay him just to stare at a clock
And tell me to stop
And reinforce my arrogance
Been getting very very very very good
At doing nothing
On the weekends
I can pretend
I am all that I need
Still, I can barely hold my head up
I just play them like a doorknob
I know I don’t trust my own thoughts
I know they don’t trust me
{Instrumental break}
Now I miss you more than ever
But maybe I’m just misremembering
You used to think it’d last forever
I used to say «I’m fine» while quietly dying
Won’t fall again
I know the tricks
I pulled myself
Off the crucifix
It’s just as well
If you won’t do with it
I’m still in love
It don’t make no sense to me
{Instrumental break}
I thought I
I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I
I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I
I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I
I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
{Instrumental interference}
{Instrumental outro}
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