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The third track from the Just Putting It out There EP by He Thought of Planes.

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I am not prepared for this
I have barely rested
Putting up with all your shit
Only me to pester

As the wound festers
It becomes a dead arm
Grabbing me from under
Holding out for my last breath

I'll hunt you forever
Chase you back into your hole
Fight this tormentor
Until one of us folds

I am not equipped for this
I have no weapon
But the brain inside my head
And these ears to listen

Eyes to see you coming
Nose to smell your reek
Heart to keep me going
Mouth to taste the victory

I'll hunt you forever
Chase you back into your hole
Fight this tormentor
Until one of us folds

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from Just Putting It out There, released December 31, 2021

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