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Sad Professor [Live in Studio Version]

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If we're talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed I've gotten lost before I've woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk
This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent As for this reader, I'm already spent

Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up

Dear readers, my apologies I'm drifting in and out of sleep Long silence presents the tragedies Of love not the age get afraid The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
A lazy eye metaphor on the rock

Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up
I hate where I wound up