Текст песни New End Original - Weary Progress
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It was a nervous little shudder, I was thinking of my mother,I was making up excuses, I was sorry, sore, no intimacy.Cradlecap and funny sports and thin.I miss my daughter`s breath.What really sticks it in are the cold spots in the bed.Like everybody in the world, I want to be misunderstood.Likable, creepy, underrated, braggart, busy, really good.It`s weary progress.I yell, I get frustrated, I scream.Drunk brother painting bare rooms.Christmas trees are scary things at 2 a.m andfoolish lips are all the way in Boston, but they`re sounding pretty good.Like everybody in the world, I want to bemisunderstood.Likable, creepy,underrated, braggart, busy, really good.It`s weary progress.