Sex from President by Oily Bastard

In paradise, there's no reverberations in your skull
I think my head is full, full of it, misshapen
Say that again, don't put me back alone with my own thoughts
I pretend you're there lots, could it be, or something

Sex, if I don't think you're trying
Sex, I'm not sure if I'm lying

If, then, else what, you see the pointlessness of all my strife
I need change in my life, even if I'm ready
I play pretend, I don't think I am who I really say
Could you tell yesterday, could I be a liar

Sex, spilling the hourglassеs
Sex, stuff you don't learn in classes

Whеn there's a will there's a way, said somebody aptly
But there's no way my will will will a way

Sex, I said I still can't hear you
Sex, but I won't dare get near you

Sex, I'll have recycled over
Sex, wilting my four-leaf clover

Actions speak louder than words, he said again aptly
But I am loud, and I don't get out that much

Sex, you don't need all those stencils
Sex, if you at least have pencils

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