.[Intro]
Like, it's, it's impossible to count
One, two, three, four>
[Verse 1: Conor Oberst]
Drinking cold, black coffee
I shake and shake, still won't get off me
Another blissed out fantasy
Where animals and objects talk to me
Always try and hate it
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