A Growing Disgust (Acoustic)

I'm blind, won the favor
Remembering I took in my name
Ridin' in the fading

You maybe might be crazy
You're thinking like a sored beam
Not very friendly

Another worn, another hot fun
You know I hate to settle this down
Now it's here, now it's gone

Mears on their finger
Very heavy on the ground
Now kill with a tune down

I seem to be, I seem to [?] when
A seagull in your eye
Yellow like a bard

I know the beast, I know the reading
Find a way to get me home

I see that ain't a word, feedin'
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