TORMY
A trail of empty bottles
and nasty ass pizza on the floor
fucks with my head and turns my stomach
like a washin' machine

SARAH
This tired ass vacuum sucks
and may be history!
It just can't hang because it sucks
ya shits at a sucking sure-ly

TORMY
On the kitchen table,
are the papers and photos of you.
it's gonna fire my meeting,
with you posing naked up there

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SARAH
You think to be a god
That’s your own issue
you're just a little big headed ball
Fuck you

TORMY
I feel myself like crap
it is when i come back
but never make the long face
I’ve got a kinda remord

SARAH
You’ve got a kinda remord
you are my messy love
I’d better buy a redfish
or put u in it’s bottle
noway I can’t help
fuck you!

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third strofa

TORMY
abandonned in the tube
my steack and a pair of ski,
cigs in the waterin' can
the apocalypse
I was pissed off

SARAH
dishes and plates to wash
cause you've got 2 left hands
don't tell me that they are the forks
that swallow all the bottles of beer!!!!
sure-ly

TORMY
it's not the fault of the mails
nor the bills, the petrol cost
I gonna call the hospital
I'm becoming a silly kid

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SOLO ___________________________________________

SARAH
you do only what you want
you never 'range your shits
you have some kinda "remord"
it has broken for sure!
you love silly things

TORMY
All this sounds like marshmallow
I get lost in the mangrove swamp
ya I'd never 'range my shits
I've got kinda "remord"

SARAH
you've got such brain
like cottage cheese
the neurons melting
at the bottom of the mine

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TORMY
I only do what i want never range my own shits know it sound like marshmallow
I lose myself in the swampy mangrove

my brain’s like the cottage cheese my neurons 're meltin’ as th'ice cream
I only do what I fuck feel
I never range my own fuck shits

I’ve got a kinda Remord
would’nt hav'er jump with the rubbon band
I’ve got some kinda remords
It has broken, it seems my head ‘s trashed on the ground
I’ve read to many text balloons
You don’t need me t'get bionic boobs
I only act as a dick
I’m totally mad and wrong
Sure I’m totally wrong

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