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Written & produced by Tommy Designer

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You were half my age
When you bumped your head
And never saw the sun again
So I never got to meet you
But your disease pumps through my skin
So I feel like I know you
Proud that we got this little club
In our temporal lobes
Every time I shut my eyes
I know that could be the time
When I join another club
Where we all must go

Dear Aunt Polly
Never saw it coming
I think that’s the way to roll
Dear Aunt Polly
Soon enough we’re coming (what's the rush, what's the rush?)

I just woke up on my kitchen floor
I’ve got some cuts and a black eye
I’m 34 and I just lost my driver’s license again
I just woke up on my kitchen floor
I like alone in a small house
I feel like shit
But shit I’m grateful to feel something at all

Dear Aunt Polly
Never saw it coming
I think that’s the way to roll
Dear Aunt Polly
Soon enough we’re coming

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from Tommy Designer's Golden Fleece, released February 4, 2024

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George Watsky is a poet, author and hip hop artist.

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