Hound Song
Better this than starlets crouched on the sill
Better you know this than leave yourself again.
Nobody wins in an amplified life.
And better you know this than leave yourself again.
Your ills commence into a bucket, and they're blue.
Hey you, oh you, leave off.
Nobody wins in an amplified life.
And better you know this than leave yourself again.
Seeds strain into junipers
A face like burning shingles
Hands that reach toward you,
Hey you, oh you, leave off.
The oldest hurt
The bravest boy
Stop making lines
So be well.
Just be well.
Be well.
Be well.
In the most of you
Oh, be well.
In the places you go,
Better you know this than leave yourself again.
Nobody wins in an amplified life.
And better you know this than leave yourself again.
Hey you, oh you, leave off.
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