Oversharers Anonymous

Hell yeah, I saw an analog

There's a tower in the valley and it won't be long

There's a cross in the rocks by the roadside like

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So you'll say, “I clearly see the analog now”

Thank God I'm wrong all the time

I've been so wrong my whole life

And I'm tired of paying twice

Why can't both things be true?

Why can't both be true?

You're a fucking baby

But your pain is valid too

And me, I'm not hurt

You're just dumb anyways

Yeah, you're dumb and it doesn't matter

Doesn't matter anyway

Out West they shot all the buffalo

Pissed down the barrels of their red hot guns

Went around and skinned them but left them, though

Their bones to blanche in the prairie sun

Their line's been passed down a hundred years now

With something jailers in a prison town know

Why can't both things be true?

Why can't both be true?

Thank God we're born free but just don't lose the keys

Yeah, they hate our freedom but you can't turn anything off