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This is a sad fuckin` song
We`ll be lucky if I don`t bust out crying
How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For many`s the day
But not from November to May
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls (holes?) of acorns
There is a chattering sound
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)
This isn`t some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real *David Woodhhead Send " Squirrel Song" Ringtone to your Cell