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• Artiste: Vic Chesnutt
• Titre: Hermitage
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Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food? And crying time, and quirks of mind.? x2 Chesnutt's chewing his nails, the Zen of self-mutilation Forgetting all that life entails, sinking in a silly stagnation But here at the hermitage I am privileged with solitude, and self-cooked food, and crying time, and quirks of mind Caper, if you flaunt it then you want/got to stop in the Caper [?] Thought you were my friend, but you are my foe Took my trust and crushed it [Simple me to ???] put my trust in you ya busted my balls thought you were my friend, but you are my foe behind your pleasantly stupid act lies, intentions cold and black thought you were my friend, but you are my foe