Makin Toast

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Lying back, surrounded by cough medicines gargles and pills
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Sailing shoes wound up tight, looking for the next cheap brush
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Daydreaming in the van, the best that I can do,
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And today I made lurv with you so pornographic, just made me blush
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What's wrong with this painting, it ain't the plagiarism or the framing
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What I do to be making toast with you

[Verse 2]
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Ten minutes to go until I get that, that call again
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Wet towel in the corner like a dead cat soaking up the old blood stains
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Hung my shirt out, but there's no way to give it the kiss of life and I,
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Wonder just how is it now everything fits you so god damn fucking right
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What's wrong with this picture even when I throw up now I miss ya
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What I'd do to be making toast with you

[Interlude]
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Got a photo of ya now, propped up on the bottle with a tv guide
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Like every day dream I've had, you know the ones they never come at the right time

[Verse 3]
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You know my old man used to do a whole lot of traveling too
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And sometimes I wonder if this ain't what my life has come to
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A mid morning malaise and an instant sachet to make your brain turn to chicken feed
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Well it's a privileged life I guess but to hell this pillow it ain't got the curves I need
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What's wrong with this lithograph, get this kid to the airport and make it fast

[Otro]
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What I'd do to be grinding beans
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What I'd do to be down on my knees
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What I'd do to be making toast with you
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And you know how I like it
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Burnt, and hot.