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Feels like we're on the up
And yet it manages to be a big fucking nothing
Circular spectacle
Sitting soft on a shimmering joy
So simple its impossible
Take it out, beam it out, all across the world
(Ugh)
Short cut about to cost a whole lot more
(Yeah)

And I just hate it
Pink rose fragrance
Every one is a two, is a three four five
Your smile from the inside

I feel dumb
For the cards I dealt myself
For the recoil
For my hands
Disappoint
Dissociate
Ribs through my skin
The audience claps
My reality killed itself again (Uh huh)
Because I like to play pretend (Oh woah)
I don't wanna just be friends
(No, no)

Might turn off the door
Never see you again
Yeah
I forget that the universe is bigger than me
(I forget that the universe is bigger than me)
I cant bring myself to be happy
Ohhh

And I just hate it
Pink rose fragrance
Every one is a two, is a three four five
Your smile from the inside

Can I just get one more chance
I wanna try it again
I swear to god, can't let me die
To my insides

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from MYRTLE BROADWAY & THE BIG BANG THEORY, released September 8, 2023

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