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The Couch's Favorite Wingman

from Hush by Happy in Hemet

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Living life on grains, first god is still alive. Once milked last drop of this, teach points to fuck and strive. A depot as a step stool once, burning, frying to an end. Matters not 'cause all my friend's they are dead.

All my friends are dead.

Whiffs of momma's hay to squeal HAPPY.
Let's go get 'em kid!!
Indolence will possess.
"Scum" are now "Skids".

Shined bulbs engender smiles.
drying eyes cause "for a while".
Sit tight stalking's what's ahead 'cause all my friends are dead.

Born and raised far less the same.
Bound to triumph every sweepstake.
With season's ended, life inane. Delusions of god such a fucking shame!
Rehearse in heels the prance to fame.

Revival. A plegde.
Later. I swear.

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from Hush, released August 29, 2015

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Happy in Hemet Hemet, California

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Guava: Drums
Javin: Guitar
Pappy: Bass/Vocals

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