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Close your eyes, I’ll eventually take you there / I am the clown that cries, lovingly leading to the gas chambers / And I apologize for being unprepared / But I get you, believe that I do / Bless-ed, are we? Laugh about it now / Bury it down just a little more / Drank December, became volatile / I’ve lost control and bruised my hand on the floor / We're so proud of a man you can't become / Smile a bit, it’s ugly when you don’t
I’m the bitch fit you always throw / The great pretender replaying this bender / Your least favorite age, your fears, mistakes your faults / You never meant to call, or even talk at all, drink alcohol or like my songs / Is that so wrong or too much to ask for? / Like shit to flies I’m attracted to despair / We’ve gotten way too high and burned up by solar flares / And you may be right but I deserve to be sometimes / If only you were nice and I was there

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from Fits of Disorganized Boredom (2016), released February 24, 2016

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Problem Daughter Salt Lake City, Utah

Punk band from Salt Lake City, Utah.

"Problem Daughter takes everything great about punk and pack it into songs varied in structure and melodies that never grow redundant" - Cassie Whitt (AP Magazine)

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