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My Uncle Sasha
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somewhat in a gestation period. It will be very swell, though.....I write pretty little songs I then like to try to find was to urinate on in some way. I hate how pretty they come out and I wish I was better at destroying them. The Kevin Trudo. I have pet names for every project and idea. Knockout Mouse, Apeneck Sweeney, but it comes back to me.
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Genre
Pop • Trap-Pop
Charts
Peak #174
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
Kevin Trudo
Rights
2008
Uploaded
April 04, 2009
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:21
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My Uncle Sasha was a butcher It’s what he found after the war And it was all about reduction from what he took from the edge of his knife To what the band saw left on the floor And he spoke as concisely as he trimmed At home his belly guard covered all of him With meat hooks and boning knives for eyes What we do is always how we’re defined And then I caught you looking backward And tried to claim the pain as mine Because I pretend that I’m a writer And it’s my job to analyze But it’s presumptuous to take your heart break for my own I’m neither honest nor entitled to embody what I’m shown Always crawling in other people’s lives What we take we live with every time It can be anything you want it to Dull and Arid or Inspired But it’s a take-apart relationship Some assembly required It’s a worry old as trees and just as skinny as your hair But what if I end up 85 still writing songs about despair? Stuck still and knee deep in these lies What we’ve made can’t substitute for life What we take can make us great or blind.
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