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Casey Holford - Junk lyrics
early sunday morning, someone had the nerve to call me up and i thought it was an emergency but it was a recording wishing me a happy new year and saying it had a special deal for me so i hung up the phone, just take me off your list i don’t mind sayin no to someone who don’t exist but the phone keeps ringing so we better clear outta here the phone keeps ringing so we better get outta here a letter’s like a present. notes from my penpal or grandma’s ten bucks on my birthday makes me turn the key but my name ain’t “current resident,” and nothing in this pile of circulars and pre-approvals, and thousand hours for free seems to be addressed to me so i open up the trash, and i throw it all away the good stuff never lasts, it’s just one more chance to pay but the mailman’s coming so, we better clear outta here the mailman’s coming so we better get outta here there’s thousands of people sending me stuff i don’t want and more thousands of people who get the same for me we all press empty folder, and the junk just keeps on coming i guess that’s the price of all this talk for free you can press “unsubscribe,” but you get what you give or you could close your eyes, i mean if that’s how you’re livin. the junk keeps coming so we better clear outta here the junk keeps coming so we better get outta here the junk keeps coming so, you betta. |
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