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The Privilege lyrics
Give my best to your sister
I guess they sent her to some specialist
She was always this strange heartsick autistic kid
But i suppose she made the most of it
I suppose she made the most of it
Drove herself to the doctors
Thank god your father never caught wind of it
They said she caught something awful
But that she made it through the worst of it
Shes made it through the worst of it
Bring me the head of my love life
Hopes rise waist high
And its never quite the first time
I don't mind two
Praise the prodigal father
The boys the grew into embarrassments of men
Raised of the soft constitutions
I know he left you to the savages
But save it for your analyst
Know if you remember
Your face was lovely like a womans then
The less than confident lover
You said you'd never fall in love again
You'd never fall in love again
Bring me the head of my love life
It's all gone cock-eyed
But if my heart breaks your birth right
But i don't mind two
Forget my friends from the city
They better bury me in everett
Leave whats left of me on the bridge beside the sea
I guess it's time i'd gotten over it
So much for elegant women
God bless those broad stroke sentimentalists
And though i know your hearts not really in it
Ill just keep paying for the privilege
Keep paying for the privilege
He paid for the privilege
Part of these releases
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- Track 1 on Privilege, Pt. IV: Sympathy for Spastics
- 2 A Note to Self
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- Track 11 on Privilege*
- 10 On Death & Endearments
- 12 Curtains
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