Song parody of
Straight Flush
by Cloaker
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You think you're better off
You think you're better on your own
You think you're cool enough
You think you're sicker than most
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
You think you're better off
You think you're better on your own
You think you're cool enough
You think you're sicker than most
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
And will you say what you want to feel
Or let them bring you down
If you could write me back
Would you hear me now
I think we're getting colder winters
The weathers making my bones grow old
We're never getting past this depressive disorder
You call a straight flush to make me fold
