Wussy - Mayflies lyrics

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Wussy - Mayflies lyrics

Take this bread and take this cup It's no fun being runner up Never meant to be so mean First time comes for everything Like this blood on my hands And the mark on my head And the memory of someone I left for dead Angels just won't let it be Always picking fights with me Catch your tiger by the heel Trade it for a solid meal And the clothes on your back And this voice in my head And the memory of someone I left for dead Mayflies cloud the summer skies Flying fast to their demise Spindle legged against the sun Guess you're not the only one With this blood on my hands And this voice in my head And the memory of someone I left for dead

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