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IHMLWYA
05:03
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you’ve got time to start again
if you don’t like who you are now or were then
and you ask why where i’ve been
has me thinking that it’s all distortion
everyone knows best it seems
free disposition’s screaming but loud is extreme
abjection fed through disesteem
has me thinking that it’s all distortion
i’ve been replacing my reason with emotion
you can’t be sure but a friend once told me
though he’s not positive
he’s still optimistic that everything’s cool
and they say to be yourself but i can’t be yourself
it’s a confusing path
but i’m walking with your foot stuck in my mouth
so don’t tell me it’s ok to care for ones you feel don’t belong
or lend a broken hand to feed on
or keep it real and write my own song
we’ve got time to start again
if we don’t like who we are now or were then
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you could say you love me more when i’m listening
i could smash my phone for sure but what are we missing?
this world is eating us alive but who am i kidding?
i could wear this 9 to 5 on the day that i’m dying
my mind’s always stuck in a move
but I’m thinking about thinking all the time
you know i’m dying to be here
but i’ve got to take the hardest right
information’s bought and sold
in the market that keeps us all cold
like the warmth that the honest can’t seem to afford
and i’ve heard that we don’t need to look anymore
desperately seeking confirmation
to prove that we’re all dead inside keeps us young
but names lose their fun and my fist’s as tight as your tongue
and the markets that keep us all cold
like the warmth that the honest can’t seem to afford
and i’ve heard that time has been looking for you
and you know that
we don’t need to do anything we don’t want to do
you could say you love me more when i’m listening
i could smash my phone for sure
because fuck what we’re missing
my mind’s always stuck in a move
but i’m thinking about getting some rest
you know i’m dying to be here
but i’ve got to throw my hardest left
information’s killing me but i won’t die today
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sick of the world
03:27
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another night goes by
i sit here all alone
there’s no one on the phone
i think i want to die
but i cant cry no more
i’m sick of the world
i feel it every day
i sit here all alone
it never goes away
here comes that pain
but i can’t cry for no one
i’m sick of the world
it used to be so easy when i was young and strong
but it’s so hard for me now because my life is gone
i’m sick of the world
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serf's up!
04:35
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it’s ok if you’re not there
no one’s really there
it’s on your mind but you can’t share
no one really cares
we run in place but our feet get cold
this is a private road and there’s a cop inside your phone
and too much is never enough
but spying is caring, so take your time
buying is breathing, so get in line
living is lying and i feel fine
we’ve been coming down with something sleepy
since the day we were born in this mall
material pull keeps us looking
material pull keeps us looking down
you can’t have good times all the time, just most of the time
I say we try and eat this because
if we try and feed it we’ll find too much
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the wurst post
05:01
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i’ve been drowning in piss for a life or two
we always knew but sniffing it out is hard to do
i’ve been lost in the woods climbing toilet trees
we don’t agree but tearing it down’s OK with me
i’m electric all the time
so just shut me off and make up my mind
either i’ll choke on my tongue
or i’ll keep writing the same song
this isn’t fun
i’ve been drowning in piss for a life or two
i know its hard to chew
but i’ve been scaping this bowl since it all felt new
it’s the end of us all but i hear it right
the walls shake at night
but the view from this gravy train is tight
i’m electric all the time
so just shut me off and make up my mind
either they’ll choke on my tongue
or i’ll keep writing the same song
crushing deals with eyes on thirst
its gonna hurt but everything is built on dirt
and everybody falls sometimes so get over it
it’s getting cold out there
but we don’t think about it at all over here
should’ve built to last
but it’s all based on the past
because we’re playing pretend
so sing it again
it’s getting cold out there
but we don’t think about it at all over here
should’ve built to last, it’s way too fast
and they don’t think about anyone
so what is to be done?
well, I guess that all depends
but we’ll pretend we’re a fucking gang
and we don’t care
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the fake boys Lowell, Massachusetts
we're neanderthals writing dirty pop songs, we like video games and dogs, we do what we want, this is thick pop.
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