Our Favorite Plates Songtext

You get close to the truth
Every once in a while
You get close to the truth
Every once in a while

But when it stares you in the face
You piss your pants and flee the place
And with a slip, your mind's erased
You slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip away
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