The Anatomy Of Frank - The Death of a Fly | Текст песни

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You are so predictable, my pretty little idiot
I can read your mind, it consists of 3-letter words
Except for “um” with fifteen m’s behind it
That’s more than three
That’s easy to see

Can you count? Hey, that’s good for you
If so, would you mind conducting a tally of the
Hours I have wasted waiting for your time of day
You can count by tens
You can use both hands

I wish you could kill me
I wish you were not so pretty
I wish you were acting
So I wouldn’t have to blame myself

I’m so proud of you for remembering not to call

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