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Because Meg Twisted My Arm Into Recording This for the 40th Fucking Time

from Shity Folk Music for Shity People by Maxwell Williams

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How do you know?

Have you ever seen the stars rain down through the clouds
On those spectators on hallowed ground
On those graveyards filled with grievances
And spectres of unrest
If you do run away or you'll never leave again

And when your body thinks it will excrete itself
Into some sunken face and nothing else
Where all you'll see is the black tar that used to be your heart
Know that's not what you were at the start

How do you know, we'll all be Okay?

Well I know it's really empty out here
Would it help if I made a few things clear
I'm sorry I lied and I'm sorry I cheated
I'm sorry I ignored you and took what I needed
And I'm sorry it took too long to get it out

But sweetie it's easy to say that I'm sorry
And sweetie it's easy to say that I'm sad
Sweetie I'm sorry our trust went up in smoke
Sweetie I'm sorry I smoked what was left

But we can't take much more of this

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from Shity Folk Music for Shity People, released January 30, 2018

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