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Fucked up, left side I don't really feel right Up, down, long night Grass is good outside Tucked in, good head I don't really feel dead Bed head, well fed Sopping up sudafed Baby, you should come over And lately, you remind me of my mother Feel better, fenugreek You'll regret her all week She'll forget the soft streak I'll admit the kid's weak Remember that one time? The bread and grass and Columbine? The A's in class and sleeping pines? The lines and lines and lines and lines Baby, you should come over And lately, you remind me of my mother Lucked up, pale thighs Your birkenstocks are alright Fucked up, all time Remember when you were mine? On those blow nights She goes to those nights Old shows, good seats You're the one I wanna meet