Sad Professor |
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Sad Professor Lyrics |
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 If we`re talking about loveThen I have to tell you Dear readers, I`m not sure where I`m headed. I`ve gotten lost before. I`ve woke up stone drunk Face down in the floor. Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a bore. Everybody hates a drunk. This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent. As for this reader, I`m already spent. Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a sad professor. I hate where I wound up. Dear readers, my apologies. I`m drifting in and out of sleep. Long silence presents the tragedies Of love. Not the age. Get afraid. The surface hazy with attendant thoughts. A lazy eye metaphor on the rock. Late afternoon, the house is hot. I started, I jumped up. Everyone hates a bore. Everybody hates a drunk. Everyone hates a sad professor. I hate where I wound up. I hate where I wound up. |
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