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Lyrics
[Letra]
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La la la
They moved the canned tomatoes to the third aisle down
I stood there for a minute like a lost-and-found
New clown in this old familiar grocery town
With a shoppin' list of feelings written on a frown
And hangin' down
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'Cause my muscle memory's got you in its code
It knows the brand of coffee and the heavy load
Of all the stupid little inside jokes we stowed
Away inside the car before we hit the road
And then it snowed
And a kid is cryin' by the cereal he wants
His mother's sayin' "no" in short and tired fonts
And I'm just standin' here among the nonchalants
And all the ghosts of my own selfish, stupid wants
That my mind haunts
So I'll just grab the store-brand 'cause it's all the same
And try to not remember how you'd say my name
When I'd forget the reason that we even came
To this bright and empty, soul-destroying, endless game
It's all so lame
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Details
GeneratedJul 19, 2025
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern Pop deep soul singer stylish vocals backing voice harmony vocals emotions contest song Fab four style seventies
Credits
Prompt byVocoderCosmic635
ModelAria v4
