F-from your, if you're up
I get tense"
"Thurston, Watt, Thurston!
I think it's ten-thirty, we're calling from Providence, Rhode Island
Did you find your shit?
You gotta watch the motin' Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out the window
We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in that trash can
When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand, did you dump it?
Call later, bye"
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"Providence" as written by Lee M. Ranaldo Kim Gordon
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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