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Basement a Concrete glow
The nostalgia is in my bones
The marrow
All flu seasons go away
You'll live another day

Fucking great
I feel fucking great
I'm on a role like butter
Like strawberry jam

Remember that time
We tripped shrooms
In the basement room
Of my parent's house
And I remembered that I had friends
And I remembered that I loved them
I said I always like the art I make
When I see it a little later
And so you showed me the piece of paper
And I liked it more
Than I did before

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Hey, I'm making a thing for you
And I hope that you like it
Because that's why I made it

Hey, with staples and elmer's glue
And I need you to say that it's good
And I'm good
I used to get no pleasure out of this
I used to couldn't cry

But now I
I feel great, I feel fucking great
I'm on a role like butter

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