Dementia Songtext
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Can't remember your name,
what you look like, who you are.
Don't want to grow old
with my shoes untied and my hair unfurled.
I don't want to rot with the TV set to channel 13.
"What a pretty weather lady"
"Who are you, son of mine?",
"Don't you mind?"
"I need some room to breathe",
what you look like, who you are.
Don't want to grow old
with my shoes untied and my hair unfurled.
I don't want to rot with the TV set to channel 13.
"What a pretty weather lady"
"Who are you, son of mine?",
"Don't you mind?"
"I need some room to breathe",
"I've lived too long with too much to see".
I don't want to rot in this fucking chair.
My spine crooked and my teeth not all there.
I never want to feel totally useless.
I don't want to rot in this fucking chair.
My spine crooked and my teeth not all there.
I never want to feel totally useless.
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