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jude grant - lid كلمات الأغنية

my brain is fried from algorithms and bad nutrition
from my day job, i’m too tired to do the dishes
looks like i’m ordering take out again

then, i wander around my neighborhood past midnight
like i’m looking for trouble
something to reel against
make me feel real again

then, feel the wind blow through this hole in me
i can’t fill it up
so, all night, all i hear is its whistling

its whistling

don’t have anybody to light candles for, so i light this blunt instead
then, stay up all night drinking strong coffee i made
so i don’t ever go to bed alone

and, i guess i could change that, but i’m just so tired
of eating through new flings so fast
it makes me nauseous, and when it’s over
i get sick all over myself

then, feel it run through this hole in me
i can’t fill it up
so i just keep on looking for a lid
to cover it
i just can’t find one that fits

- jude grant

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