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I'm on gardener's leave Wearing my secrets on my sleeve I figured it out And now I'm My metabolism doesn't work that quick And I don't read Philip K. Dick I'm not skinny enough I'm not clever enough Sex life, deader than Bitcoin Sex life, deader than Bitcoin Throwing tantrums on stage Go ahead and act your age What are your words about? What are your words about? Quip quash, quip quash, quip quash Quip quash