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Mark Lenover - Finch The Flincher Lyrics

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  • Mr. Finch collects physicians, he calls them all his own
  • But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home
  • Then panic closes in
  • I hope that whiney shit gets his
  • He might be sick, but it isn't catching
  • Though he's often left alone
  • In waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold
  • He comes when he remembers why he's scared
  • When the sullen gods of dirty things
  • Are calling out and holding him
  • Back from behind things he can't recall,
  • At least not anymore
  • He hopes to write a book of them some day
  • He can't believe how quickly things pile up
  • He'd wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish
  • He always forgets the good things that he's got
  • He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit
  • Well composed and polite,
  • He thought he'd be alright
  • If he kept dancing here
  • With his thumbs in his ears
  • But there was something catching up to him
  • And it had claws
  • And I know exactly what he thinks it was

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