[Verse 1]
There's someone on top of you fucking
Chuck me or I'm stuck here
Every sixth month it seems
My mind goes over my turgidity
[Chorus]
I'll soon go
I'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
And my warm heart, it will soon grow cold
And I won't be old
I'll soon go
[Verse 2]
You admit, you admit
It's worse this way, it's worse with me
Work with my shit
Would you rather work elsewhere?
[Chorus]
You'll soon go
You'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
Your warm heart will have long grown cold
You won't be old
You'll soon go
There's someone on top of you fucking
Chuck me or I'm stuck here
Every sixth month it seems
My mind goes over my turgidity
[Chorus]
I'll soon go
I'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
And my warm heart, it will soon grow cold
And I won't be old
I'll soon go
[Verse 2]
You admit, you admit
It's worse this way, it's worse with me
Work with my shit
Would you rather work elsewhere?
[Chorus]
You'll soon go
You'll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow
Your warm heart will have long grown cold
You won't be old
You'll soon go
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