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I'll take the sweet escape and You know that time's a race around To catch us on the other side Where can disaster go when I know we're pigeon-holed Pigeon-holed from anything that we had And tell me the truth: Are you simply retarded? Are you dead? Is it quite alright? Tell me my father that We can't be anything else but this in your good time But we still know that we can never talk about it And we have sweet florence if you wanna think out loud And why can I still think of you every time I look at her But I swear to God, I'll never go to Canada I'll find you in the road and I'll slit your fucking throat, you whore And we'll never have to meet again Where can disaster go when I know we're pigeon-holed Pigeon-holed from anything that we had And tell me my master that we're so excited to be here And tell me my father that we can't be anything, Anything if you know you're right But we still know that we can never, And we have sweet florence if you wanna, And why can I still think of you every time I, But I swear to God, I'll never go to Canada |