
Retreat
Real things conditioning will lose their meaning.
The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again.
But I am a thorn, I read it in your face.
The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder.
Writer/s: Mike Watt
Real things conditioning will lose their meaning.
The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again.
But I am a thorn, I read it in your face.
The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder.
Writer/s: Mike Watt
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