I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause i'm dead & bloated
Yeah, and she says
it's natural
i feel i've come of age
when she peeks i start to run
You can't swallow what
i'm thinking
I run through the world
thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
guess i walked too softly
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