Bad World
Thanksgiving
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I'm sure your heart is still pure
you've locked it up so well
and I know your heart is golden
just like everybody else
but I still don't aim to please you
I don't aim to help you forget
your children are so afraid
they remind me of starving cats
they think they needed the things you saved
and now their long hairy legs can't walk away
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