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Ms. Anthropologist is coming to town
And she's got things to tell ya.
Mostly putting ya down.
And I've come to find
That she's hard to define.
She's a bit nondescript,
But she's fine.

Weren't you afraid of love?
Ya know, I suppose I was.
I suppose you'll leave any day
Just to say that you may
Probably stay this time.
But you won't.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
No.

You'll die on the ceiling, baby,
Live underground. (You can't go)
Provoking people running off
At the mouth
Lest you find yourself alone,
Ms. Anthropologist.

So what'd you think I'd do?
Trade my heart for some
Love me and leave me voodoo?
You do something to
My ego and it's cool.
You're like a shot to the head
With a gun, now I'm dead,
But alive like that cat
In the box with the gas.

I'm at a hotel.
I'm so glad you know me so well.
You had taken quite a hill full of beans
And the pupils between
Your eyelids were bigger.
Much more than I'd figured.
Just be calm now.
Oh no, no, you've got me wrong now.
I envision that it's you at the scene
With that idiot between your thighs,
Ms. Anthropologist.
I'd place you at the scene
With that fucker between your thighs,
Ms. Anthropo-blah-blah-blah.

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from Some People are Born After a While, track released August 29, 2017

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