Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
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Kurt Vile
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Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
To come through for you must first include me too
And I can't come through for me
No I can't come through for
Oh my honey child stole my money clout(?)
No I can't come through for it
No I can't come through for shit's creek calls
And damned if I did answer
And if I did, that ain't true
I can't come through for you
The words we share with our human heads
We spend all day filing it
Well thats one big pile of shit
Life was fun until I met someone
Then four, then three, then two
So what's it gotta do with you?
When I was young, I had everyone
Then three, then two, then one
Could there never be no one?
Oh my honey child stole my money clout
No I can't come through with it
No I can't get through with it