A Growing Disgust (Acoustic)

I'm blind, won the favor

Remembering I took in my name

Ridin' in the fading

You maybe might be crazy

You're thinking like a sored beam

Not very friendly

Another worn, another hot fun

You know I hate to settle this down

Now it's here, now it's gone

Mears on their finger

Very heavy on the ground

Now kill with a tune down

I seem to be, I seem to [?] when

A seagull in your eye

Yellow like a bard

I know the beast, I know the reading

Find a way to get me home

I see that ain't a word, feedin'

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