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de My Pet Teratoma

Mouth closed, I couldn't hear myself
Take a moment for urgent matters
You leave questions, but kept your voice down
Always shooting for something louder
You waited all month to speak up
Face to face to make for lost time

By design, well, can you hear yourself
It's the pot calling the kettle
You raise wages for raising eyebrows
And expressions I'll never settle on
Waiting all month to speak up
Face to face, you wasted my time

You're still answering defeat
(Aisle or window seat)
The more things change, the more always seems to forever stay the same

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