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If you invaded my boundaries and asked “what’s the best way

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to describe yourself?” I’d respond with “I’m a big bag of clay

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I’m sensitive as hell, and I curse when I’m nervous,

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Please leave me here to die.

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Cause I hate the twenty-eleven version of myself

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and the twenty-eleven version of me hated me then too

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With any luck, this shaving cut will end it all right now

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but I don’t have the money if John Darnielle sues


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The longer I keep singing, the more fragmented these songs get

C G C
But the less that I keep this up, the closer I am to the end



C Am F G
If you invaded my boundaries and asked “what’s the best way

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to describe your smell?” I’d respond with “I smell like my room

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and my room has a cabinet, and the cabinet has some tapes

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and those tapes all smell like shit

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Cause I hate the twenty-fourteen version of life

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It’s negi negi lyrics over ironic posi chords

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With any luck, I’ll lie and contradict myself simultaneously

C G
I’ll tell the people who are worried,

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“There’s no need to worry

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The noises I make are just words”


F Am
The longer I keep singing, the more fragmented these songs get

C G C
But the less that I keep this up, the closer I am to the end