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I heap on feint praiseThat's never getting strongerNo matter how much shit I throwFor it is flawed and dangerousHollow ringing in my earsAnd the bitter aftertaste, like rustI make the nice, and sidestepAnything to dance around a fightI need to say it aloudThat life is shortAnd days filledWith rictus smilesAre wasted, and bringDishonour on this houseYou must never squeezeThe teabagLeave it aloneWhat did it ever do to you?Trying to be al things to all menYou end up being noneLetras de cancionesSo no more hand wringingNo more anything for an easy lifeCall it when I see wrongSo when I am done and wheezingOn my last bedI won't wish I'd doneSomething else instead From Letras Mania