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Vats of hydrochloric acid
Pickling steel and scouring cabinets
Also line our sour stomachs
What can kill us will become us
I'm obsessed with cemeteries
Tangible, contemporary
Even trees are partly buried
Dig the roots so they can carry
Dig the roots so we can carry
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
Do we teach our kids to scatter?
Climb their poles and kick the ladder?
Carpe diem, sharp beneath them
Pickling steel and scouring cabinets
Also line our sour stomachs
What can kill us will become us
I'm obsessed with cemeteries
Tangible, contemporary
Even trees are partly buried
Dig the roots so they can carry
Dig the roots so we can carry
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
Do we teach our kids to scatter?
Climb their poles and kick the ladder?
Carpe diem, sharp beneath them
Fall to pieces, what's the matter?
I like knowing who will love me
I like how my loved ones bug me
What a privilege to be choosy
Not a privilege, but a duty
Not a privilege, but a duty
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get pissed when things I wonder
Someone tries write in numbers
When the rain comes, I recover
Rain reminds me of my brother
When I start catastrophizing
I call you to stem the rising
Ache of living, fear of dying
"They're the same," says fate, while sighing
I like knowing who will love me
I like how my loved ones bug me
What a privilege to be choosy
Not a privilege, but a duty
Not a privilege, but a duty
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get pissed when things I wonder
Someone tries write in numbers
When the rain comes, I recover
Rain reminds me of my brother
When I start catastrophizing
I call you to stem the rising
Ache of living, fear of dying
"They're the same," says fate, while sighing
"They're the same," says fate, while sighing
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
One man's Jaguar in the '80s
I am his wife's baby's baby
And like Marcel in his teacup
I am partial to the lead-up
London plane trees, I call Henry
Ask him why they plant so many
Half a life in New York City
London plane trees grow in Philly
London plane trees grow in Philly
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
One man's Jaguar in the '80s
I am his wife's baby's baby
And like Marcel in his teacup
I am partial to the lead-up
London plane trees, I call Henry
Ask him why they plant so many
Half a life in New York City
London plane trees grow in Philly
London plane trees grow in Philly
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get
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