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Nostalgia's a drug
No matter what they all say
You couldn't get enough
And now you're trapped inside your teens
Anagram...hologram
They're after me again
And paranoia - well that's a point of view
Avoiding the landmine
Avoiding the sunshine
Life would be sublime
If I had more time
Such a beautiful planet
Til the humans overran it
We overran it

Go now, go and do an autopsy
On the life and the times and the memories of me
Go now, go and do an autopsy
On my sisters and my brothers and my father and me

I can tell that you're a dealer
Necking your tequila
Eyes like shark
Head full of sensimilla
Your family all despise ya
Your friends don't recognise ya
And come the revolution you'll be...
Speculate, accumulate
You're missing all the signals, mate
Locked inside your Watergate
It all comes down to this
Keep your mirror clean
And you'll be able to see through it
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
Someone's gotta do it

Go now, go and do an autopsy
On the life and the times and the memories of me
Go now, go and do an autopsy
On my sisters and my brothers and my father and me

Go now, go and do an autopsy
On the life and the times and the memories of me
Go now, go and do an autopsy
On my sisters, my brothers, my father and me

I'll catch you later
Get me outta here
Outta here
I'll catch you later
Get me outta here
Outta here
I'll check you later
Get me outta here
Outta here
I'll catch you later
Get me outta here
Outta here

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from Lie [album 3], released May 16, 2019

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Michael Alan Giller Ringwood, UK

I write, I play, I sing and sometimes I levitate

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