Produced By Father John Misty & Jonathan Wilson
What's there to lose
For a ghost in a cheap rental suit
Clinging to a rock that is hurtling through space?
And what's to regret
For a speck on a speck on a speck
Made more ridiculous the more serious he gets?
Oh, it's easy to forget
Oh, I read somewhere
That in twenty years
More or less
This human experiment will reach its violent end
But I look at you
As our second drinks arrive
The piano player's playing This Must Be the Place
And it's a miracle to be alive
One more time
There's nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear
[Instrumental]
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