A coaxing un-ballad for those whom we find to need the most help moving forward.
Written and Performed by Jonathan J Goodin
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fiogf49gjkf0d I put you here, in your place, to dance around Ophelia's deadly grace, waste. I made my bitch. I lie with it. Cold inside, another dead-end twitch, bitch.
Because pain is always served with truth and a side of beer, and we can't forget the fear. While I make it disappear, you can swallow all your fear. I'll make it disappear. Yeah.
I made my bitch. I lie with it. Stuck inside another dead-end twitch, bitch. And if you're Christ, why should I mind? You fucked up once, I'll just give it time.
Repeat Chorus.
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