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Hedging My Bets

from Out of the Frying Pan by passion fanfare

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I won't get sore
some people can go fifty years or more
it's only forty days

and pretty soon
my body will have all the room it needs
to fester and decay away

it's like a nicotine party in my mouth
that's headed to regions that are further south
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs

it starts out slow
finding a pack of Winstons in the snow
it seems like no one minds

and then it gets you fired
people start telling you to go outside
they'd never kiss someone who smokes

well just because you're so fucking awesome and cool
that doesn't mean I would have been down to make out with you
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs

it's like a gun
I put inside a chest of drawers to wait
till I'm sad and irate

I have this setup
so that I could drop out without having to give up
or ever explain

I'm hedging my bets
don't know if I can do it with my hands yet
Christ is risen and I am going down

I'm hedging my bets
don't know if I can do it with my hands yet
the party's over and I am going home

it's like a nicotine party in my mouth
that's headed to regions that are further south
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs

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from Out of the Frying Pan, released July 23, 2016

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