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Walk yourself to the door
I’m not standing up this time
I gave you everything I am, and you went to hide
What did you think I was made out of?

You think you’re made of love
But your pride and that lie
Got the best of me
You’re sweet, somewhat kind
But see, never had a lucky star
Then your strides made it clear
We weren’t alike
You’re not special at all

Today the past is gone
And is life too short or too long
I don’t know
I heard a blast in my head
But no new holes in the walls
And this might last through Fall
But it won’t break my heart

You think you’re made of love
But your pride and that lie
Got the best of me
You’re sweet, somewhat kind
But see, never had a lucky star
Then your strides made it clear
We weren’t alike
You’re not special at all

It’s gettin’ late
Baby I don’t want to fight
Hold up, wait
You’re my afternoon delight
[Unintelligible gibberish]

You think you’re made of love
But your pride and that lie
Got the best of me
You’re sweet, somewhat kind
But see, never had a lucky star
Then your strides made it clear
We weren’t alike
You’re not special at all

credits

from Happy Thanksgiving D​*​*​*​heads, track released October 14, 2021
Written and composed by Yung Leo
Produced by Yung Leo, Mike Clay & Connor Seidel
Mix by Tim Buron
Mastering by Richard Addison

Artwork by Éléonore Côté-Savard (@ele4la)

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