Chris Rodgers (And The Wiffle Ball Bat) Lyrics
emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossiles in amber.
i just want to be a child again, take this child away.
feeling older.
getting older.
i've grown too concerned.
sleep we sleep 1/3 of our lives away / spoon feed me.
it's going it gone.
chris i remember the wiffle ball bat (incident).
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