Zach Hill
Gashala
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[Verse 1]
I received a body in the mail
And it smelled like me
Color coded heads
Taste the best when they can't see
A trucker told me once
That a gift isn’t always free
And every little thing
Will decide our society

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[Verse 2]
This is mental central
And it's experimental
She said that's your title
You must give it meaning
Even nature’s way
Can't save them today
Oh, I don't have to be mature
Just to be sure
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[Verse 3]
Women in pink coats
Share the feeling of a glorious day
Brains don't come with a receipt
But you still have to pay
Elevator cowboys in their boots
Seem to shine the same way
I've got a feeling
That there's more to a ceiling
Than they say

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