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Sister City
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I was born a mess of blood and tissue I taught myself everything I can do Like how to eat and how to sleep and how to choke On the vomit my reflexive thoughts evoke
I hear all the time The echoes of my footsteps I am inching towards the finish line
The only set of footprints is my own And with every double-digit dial tone We are tapped into the cables like a bomb And our keystrokes sound like a semi-automatic gun Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Subjectivity Is all the rage in the first world countries All the top percents Abide by sacred documents And I'll sing till I can't talk But I'll still tow the line between explained and lost What pioneers are we So I sing happy fucking birthday to me
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