It's Augie March with just passing through.

It's Augie March with just passing through.

It's a clock, it's a little rise from my grade

It has my over the ideas that I couldn't say

Come and collect and break upon me

Now we're about to leave

Didn't you remember what I'd done?

A stage of gears in the magazine is so yeah

We're inspiration on women that don't check

There's weird, there's a weird, and there's a big wreck

The party catch on the gnar

Collect these Saturdays with Brute and Sally Boy

And I don't know, I don't know, not to show

Here to tell you nothing no more

I'm sorry baby, but you're wrong in boy

It's just a bank balance to control

Can't sing a song anymore

It's a clock, it's my over no more

Take a clock, it's my over no more

Take a clock, it's my over no more

Take a clock, it's your over the ideas

And I know you're my Titanic, person, Titanic baby cries

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