PUP – Morbid Stuff (Guitar Acoustic)

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I was bored as fuck

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Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff

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Like if anyone I've slept with is dead and I got stuck

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On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won't let up

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It makes me feel like I'm about to throw up

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I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines

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While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene

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And back in the city I was on a tear

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High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street

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Passed out on the bus ride

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I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten

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Everybody was sleeping in

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Mom and Dad were smoking weed in the attic again

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I said, "I don't know what you want me to say"

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I stood by watching as your world went up in flames

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When you tried everything but the feeling stays the same

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You had it all, you pissed it away

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I don't know what you want me to say

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'Cause back in the city I was on a tear

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You had it all, you pissed it away

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Back in the city without a care

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I still dream about you time and time again

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While I've been sleeping in somebody else's bed

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And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did