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Oh... wonder why people see me like a goat
You said I smoke too much, and I don’t
And I feel so lost
And I get so high
In this troubled world
And I know, you freeze in shock when I scare you
I bleat a song of truth
I look at the sky, the sun burns my eyes
I feel like a rainbow walking on the sun
But I don’t
And I kill the roach
And I get so high
In this troubled world
I want to say goodbye, I think I’ll try
I’ll bleat a song for you
Some kind of wall that I need to cross
Goats must be crazy, gods must be crazy
Goats must be gods, must be goats
Must be fucking crazy
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Blisters On My Teeth
02:44
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Oh… my jeans are short
they said it twice, I’m a talent
Ah… all this is true, I’ve got no friends
they are all the same, they don’t get my game
I can fuck, I can see
I can scream, I can breathe
but I cannot feel the way they want me to be
and if you look right into my mind
you could see the flame burning my heart
cause I can’t keep my fucking mouth shut
Everyone watched my eyes they seemed to be scared
And now my bones are shaking, oh please, give me death
Blisters on my teeth
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