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Squirrel Song
Lyrics
This is a sad fuckin' song
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying
How does it feel?
Your nightlife, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others
For many's the day
But not from November to May
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls of acorns
There is a chattering sound
Because they were squirrels, real squirrels
And there were thousands
This isn't some kind of metaphor
Goddamn, this is real
Writer(s): Robert Spurr Weston, Steven Frank Albini, Todd Stanford Trainer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
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