Iron Lung
Pteradon
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Getting worn out by the gallery
And I won't forget history
I never used to drink
Sister Jenny says it's all about the subjective
And the nominative case, and the present tense
Just say it over again until you can't think straight
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Fold and tear on the perforated edge
I'm hanging on the thinnest thread
Plans slip from the tips of your fingers
And the tips of your tongues
One more breath and I'm done
This is life in the Iron Lung
Tired of have my nose shoved in text books and sex books
Face up to the fact your youth ain't coming back
You got a guarded heart, can't stop or start
Waiting to fall apart
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't know nothing