Big Heavy Stuff
Eric Remains
With his short attention spanadd to that the pills he takesthey are hardly medicationbut they're partly the frustrationmeasuring his inner-thighmeasuring his chest expansefor the breadth and the depthsome would say that he's obsessedHis fridge is a close companionhas a sound that resonatesthat machine seems to workI'm glad something around here worksCouldn't handle a romancesaid it must be left to fateIt was only administrationthis is not a separationNow I know the reason why, yeahNow I know the reason why, yeahThis is where I beganThank you all for coming by, thanks again
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