Matt Pond Pa - A Million Middle Fingers lyrics

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Sometimes it comes through In the smallest complications You need to get there soon But you're lost outside of Boston There's no need for proof These are bad directions Don't you know that people Don't mind when you lose You were yelling like you knew And pointing out the exits The devil had told you to break up the connection It all starts coming true These are bad directions Don't you know that people like it when you lose