The Rip Lyrics by Porridge Radio
The back of my head
The back of my hands
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The back of my head
The back of my hands
Do you remember when we all fell apart?
At the end of last year
This year the taste of apples changed and I did a bad thing
This year the taste of apples changed and I say what I need now
Lock all the windows and march up the stairs
And you’re looking to me, but I’m so unprepared for it
I got a number on me, I got a number
Won’t make it through the high noon sun