PLASTIC OPERA

I gave my life to the work
To the world
To the world

Trying not to give it up
Trying not to give it away
Away

I gave my life to the work
To the world
To the world

I gave my life to the work
To the world
To the world

Trying not to give it up
Trying not to give it away
Away

Every morning when I pass
There's this old woman who comes out of the bushes
And every time she comes out she looks at me with this like guilty look
And she always has this plastic bag that looks like it's holding something wet
She never says good morning or hi
We just look at each other quickly as we pass by
I just get this weird feeling

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