Hot Water Music Paper Thin Lyrics:
Send me up and give me magazine copies of open
spaces, and open ends distant, diverted from the
medicine, and our own ends that we're seeing.
White white walls and hospitals, all of us feel
trivial and relative, tentative and waiting for
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our own white white walls and hospitals, all of us
feel trivial and paper thin, tentative and
waiting. For just another day of no answers, and
no promises in the nighttime, but in the meantime
fucking hospitals and medicine stand towering and
cold and pallid. Send me up into the towering
hospitals and their medicine
Lyrics: Paper Thin, Hot Water Music [end]