You can get me wasted
You're the one I cut and pasted.
And you might've once existed
And my memories are twisted
Yeha you robbed me like a strip-mine
Dead and buried for a long time
In an episode you casted
In the part where Jesus fasted
You ring up my line
I'm expanding my mind
I see two-thousand five
When we fell who survived
You can get me slack-jawed
You were sipping through the last straw
Barely moving to the last waltz
To a symphony of my faults
Wrapped around me like a smoke ring
Had me set up like a coke sting
I'm still doing 5 to 7
Wishing liars got to heaven
You ring up my line
I'm expanding my mind
I see two-thousand-five
I can't tell who's alive
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