Urethane

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Cure, so insecure when you grasp my tongue beneath your teeth.
Wait, I made you wait. Such a useless man, it’s getting old.
Let the suburbs be my, my resting place. With street lights humming, and urethane.
Die, I don’t need to die it doesn’t act as some encouragement.
Wait, well I made you wait. Such a useless man, it’s getting old.
Let the suburbs be my resting place, with street lights humming and urethane.

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from Urethane, released July 13, 2015

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