San Francisco Moma [rock |2017-04-06]
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I don't have a lot of money,
I just have a lot to say,
I don't read a lot of books,
I like to just stand there and look
at pretty pictures of a tree,
And stuff and colored things that don't
make any fucking sense to me.

Nothing really makes sense to me.

Oh, oh darling tell me where'd you go,
I have all your things inside my room
and I want them to go,
And I, oh, oh darling I don't even know,
I thought being sad was just suppose to
simply come and go.

Oh, oh, darling tell me.
Oh, oh, darling tell me.

Where's that painting of tomato soup,
I'm kinda starving crap,
Where's the painting of the melting clocks,
I always seem to come across,
In stupid textbooks,
About old men and stupid things,
That don't really matter to me.

Nothing really matters to me.

Oh, oh darling tell me where'd you go,
I have all your things inside my room
and I want them to go,
And I, oh, oh darling I don't even know,
I thought being sad was just suppose to
simply come and go.

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