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Stop Fish I want you back That’s the worse thing I could say Only laying on the couch Like ah, this couch could be my grave I want a slap That would make me quite upset But if my brain came out my ear Then I guess that’s what I’d get I need a nap And to see where all my edges are I need to be alone before I can even hope to start Spit on me again, that’s impressive, ‘bout eight feet apart But if we laugh again That will tear my mental health apart Fuck How come everything is pain? Every time I was happy It surely went away But babе, they gotta work all day For very little pay I think that’s fuckеd And sadly, so am I If I ever have kids I hope they can’t see out their eyes Letras de cancionesWhen I imagine my kids they kinda look like you And I’m sorry, and that’s true I think I’m fucked I really think I’m fucked Fucked I made a million bucks (He made a million bucks) But then I had to spend it all on therapy I learned the deadly lesson (The world isn't that bad) That money doesn’t help my depression And you’re stuck with your brain No matter how much you make And you will surely find new problems Naïve is the thought to think money is ought To be the thing that always solve them I am fucked (I think you’re fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked) Yeah I made a million bucks (He made a million bucks) But then I had to spend it all on therapy I learned the deadly lesson (The world isn't that bad) It doesn’t help my depression As we become obsessed with straight staring at phones My brain has now become unable to cope The techniques and the methods that they use on my brain Are extremely effective and far too great And now I’m just laying here dead on my couch Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth And as they generously feed me my ads for the day For the week, for the month I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked And now I’m laying here dead on the couch Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth And as they generously feed me my ads for the day For the week, for the month I think we're fucked Stop Fish I want you back From Letras Mania