 Fury (Aka "Get A Grip")
Fury (Aka "Get A Grip")
You’re so happy now
Burning a candle at both ends
Your self-loving soothes
And softens the blows you’ve invented
Breathe in deep, and cleanse away our sins
And we’ll pray that there’s no God
To punish us and make a fuss
Crack’s healing up
Future soul forgive this mess
You wait twenty years
And wind up alone, demented
Breathe in deep, and cleanse away our sins
And we’ll pray that there’s no God
To punish us and make a fuss
Breathe in deep, and cleanse away our sins
And we’ll pray that there’s no God
To punish us and make a fuss...
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