The Perfect Gift
Suppose you wash your hands of
The dirt you run them through all day
The mess you made
Could it all make sense sometime
When you crowd around to shirk blame
It's all my fault
Believe what is told you
So gullible in every way
You stupid fool
Your songs will be breaking all hearts again
Spare me
I don't know
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