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The Horrors
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Excellent Choice
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Well I'm not trying to question your decision, in my opinion you've made an excellent choice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind In my head , well, you're just fine excellent choice
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Now listen Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion, I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind, in my head... you're just fine Excellent Choice
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Morgan moves back to the familiar charms Of his fiery days when Morgan still felt something No longer Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow Blames his wife for his slow love
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees
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He doesn't sleep much on account Of a terrible pain in his head And sometimes Morgan sits up in the Loft reading from a book of children's stories
Now listen Well, I'm not trying to question your decision In my opinion You've made an excellent choice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind In my head, well, you're just fine 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Excellent choice
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder Sagging eyelids & pocked cheeks Intelligent the television buzzes And crackles and preaches Morgan feels like his family have Made a conscious effort to cause him misery
His taste buds have deserted Sneaking away from his wife's cooking Morgan dreads the family meal Clenching one hand under the table The bland wall hangings Nod at the food in recognition
They are far too familiar with one another Morgan's work for minimum wage is no comfort He thinks about the items that have Sapped his money over the years, shoe polish Oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute
A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts And dream-sapping commerce Any creative reserves once stored are long gone Morgan seethes at the realization He has given his children too much of the little he has Morgan wishes his family dead
Well, I'm not trying to alter your opinion I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind In my head you're just fine, excellent choice Well, done sir
Lacking imagination, and full of despair Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word The door shuts compliantly as he moves outside Slips slightly on the spit-covered steps of his estate
Morgan crunches down the path with regular Driven feet, pushing through The gray clouds escaping his mouth Approaching the train tracks, he sighs Lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes
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