Patrick Ferguson - The Dentist Lyrics

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I emerge from the dullness, the comfort of the womb
Will this life be good to Me, or will it be My tomb
I sit upon an elm tree, perhaps the bark is rotten
I fear the worst to be rejected and forgotten
I know there's something fallacious, the manual doesn't tell
How to be a good hardware, how to live life well
I sit upon a mountain, Looking at red Arizona skies
I fear the end but am curious to try
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This time I'm moving picture, I have timed jumped again
It takes 400 pounds of Ex, to lose a best Friend
I sit upon My Fathers shoulders, He cries out to His crowd
Boy be true to You, and I will always be proud
I starve for a month, But I gorge on cyber temptress
I find solace in the pie, the jazz and the waitress
I sit upon My aura, the blood and dejection proceed
You can find voracity, You only have to read
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