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Rowing in red
And you run out of breath
All the worms around your bed
Digging tunnels in your head
And spinning plates
In a ridge in your waist
You'll just yell
Until you're red
'Cause you can love me when I'm dead

I'm riding into your wake

Any way
To shave away the weight
Brushing away
Every little drop of rain
And oh, I'd say
Anything to make you stay
Out of the way
In everything

Cash in the wind
And you're drugged up again
So you talk to the police
And get off easier than me
Eyeing your bag
With a toy in his hand
Mother fucker
I will take
Every penny that you made