The Itchy Glowbo Blow

Still stepping over me

Little, he needs

(didn't he? how hadn't he?)

Little, you may need



And you know how sometimes

When your face gives right in to him

You've chosen your life for your man, yea

And look at your goals

Standing at his feet

(didn't he? how hadn't he?)

Sometimes he flailed



But you're glad he cares

But you're glad he



And you died sometimes

When your face gives right in to him

You've chosen your life for your man, yea

For him? for yourself?

Futile, in love

(didn't he? how hadn't he?)

Futile is this fever



And you died

Did i see dark lines?

So, what have you got now?

Futile, in love

(didn't he? how hadn't he?)

Futile is this fever



The spirit of life fires me now (x3)

The spirit of life fires me


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