Here's Worry by Music for Animals

And you're making sense

Because you talk, talk, talk, talk

Talk about the world with broken glass on the bed

I guess I'm shallow

And you make me shallow

Can't you see nobody

Crying in the street

All of the fucking talking, walking, crawling, walking, talking, walking

All of my days on the bed

And you throw in a hurry

Make it hard to breathe

But can't forget the bedroom

Say your parents all the time

I spent building your estate

And I guess I'm shallow

Can't you see nobody

Crying in the street

Can't you see nobody

Crying in the street

Crying in the street

Crying in the street

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