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Mexicaine De Perforation
02:41
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No Love Lawst
04:23
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I lost twenty pounds, I guess that's how much the soul weighs
You're as mean as shaving with broken bottles, that won't change
Shady people like you is why we do what we do
Anthems to banish all the shade and bad memories
Everyone will be educated, everyone will know
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Love is vile and contorted,
I hate all the bedroom stories told
I refuse it
Neo-american fear tuck me weakly,
When the morning comes I'm chasing away the dream
If I'm a creep, pathetic and weak
I'll be free to use your gifts as kindle
Warmth radiate while the cold is away
Set your legs on fire, it'll last longer
Like a blanket of cold leaves in Caldwell Park
Some lives won't last past tomorrow
If I'm a creep, pathetic and weak
I'll be free to use your gifts as kindle
Word is bond, do you spit cement or horseshit
Love is weighting my shoes with roads too wide for two
I live in a world that won't love me back,
I don't know how to feel about that
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Claim something, anything, anyone
Don't fear the negative
Kids with green eyes and red hands
Lets be civil for rock and roll's sake
Across the country, we cross the state lines to expand ourselves
Together we'll choke the night, witness them writing a perfect hell
Fake the numbers, brand like cattle, count and collect
Fare thee well, take it in/soak it in
Revenge is clean living, no vice
Stay ahead by execution
Across the country, we cross the state lines to expand ourselves
Together we'll choke the night, witness them writing a perfect hell
Chris says the crickets will sing our names through winter
What do we have to prove and to whom?
Play side b, the worn needle is in your head
And all the doubt to keep your chin down
I wish I could fill my chest with confidence
I'd float on by, wake myself when it's over
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88 says
02:57
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We finally made it, the obtuse believe
Openly I admit, you're not what we use to be
Keep our portion of the sun, the broken reef among the surf,
The good soil and weather never existed
Ask me do I care? would I ever care?
Wave my milestone, burn last year
We knew better, now we'll do better
Slave hand over fist over a loosened grip
You'll find nothing exactly where nothing is
Four years ago I wouldn't have seen this
A smile on my face as we die in Pennsylvania
Traitors to our previous work, truth is not lost
We're just ahead of the shit storm that's brewing
Ask me do I care? would I ever care?
A cure for the common band is itself
You know you're own hands well
Half the ship stays underwater
We'll be that half that doesn't need to breathe
You can flaunt the flag while we save the ship
That's alright by me
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Warm up the backseat of my own scene
The kids at home all rub me wrong
Drink till you drown, smoke, ash off consumption
Yeah I did both but I grew up
Once fireworks went off in my chest,
Didn't ingest a bomb to enjoy the show
Had a few before, drinks and problems to match
I'm older, done and over that wreck
I'm a natural tailor of natural joy
People move on, kids move faster,
You got what you wanted be cool, just be you
Party hard as you swerve through traffic
Shows are littered with minors who'd love to have it
As my contacts list shrinks, I exhale
I sleep well when you're passed out at home
[Repeat pre-chorus and chorus]
Your choice
Your life
I'm just a speed bump to a good time
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Phuckette Motorsports
02:34
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Be proud of your shitty friends, I know I am
Shady lifestyles lead to an understanding
That no matter how low you go and you go pretty low
The trailer lot will break your fall
Hate art like I hate art
Ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
Loved ones, left ones, I know how you feel
Answers leave me notes at my door
Threw up in your front yard last night, forgive me for getting laid
Sorry but it felt right at the time
Gorgeous bottle be mine till you're boring, you're oh so boring
Like everyone I've ever used, fuck you
Hate art like I hate art
Ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
Loved ones, left ones, I don't know how you feel
Answers leave me notes at my door
Stay misread and dismissed, bleed grey in a nation of flakes and flips.
Borderline, every line, I feel like this, lie myself to a false content.
Who cares for chemicals, who cares for excuses
Let this small town bury you in reputation and bad choices
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TS/AL collective Alabama
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