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Glassjaw

Midwestern Stylings

 

Midwestern Stylings


Demerol castaway, codeine frequent soma holiday
If I was a morgue, no one would die
This atonal score for an arrhythmic dancing at the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a mad made for

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am yours

Now witness my ball and chain
That pushing weight like a cancer
And be the count that parted mind
Handicap that pushes madness between lovers
I dabble in the business of [?]

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

Mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is crazy
My mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is...

And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

Mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is crazy
My mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is...

And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

So best of luck to you and a burning barge to float you through
I'm lost in you for days, enjoy the distance as we gaze
One time, did we say one day?
Maybe not, did we say one day?

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
And I deal with everything you do
Enough to itemize the truth
I'm of no use and I am your new muse

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