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obsessive
compulsion hurts and you make mistakes when it's 1AM
and bird-dog
from a dining car and i'll follow you and you'll never know
Roll beads from a necklace that you once owned through my hand through my hand through my hand
through my mind
no my mind is made up and i'm through with you
but hey where are you going!?
The distance from the creeps you know would be good when they say
"Your clothes they don't smell like you anymore."
No, no no no.
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(Proud) Parents
02:54
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My mom is proud of what i've done and i'm proud of what i've done too
today i came out of my room but i came out of my room too soon.
Drunk driving to your parents' house
pick fights with your paperboy
early to rise but late to sleep
i should have stayed in bed today
Uncouth losers in a kissing booth drowning in their lethargy
apathy croons but these gun toting loons aren't sleeping in late today
Drunk driving to your parents' house
pick fights with your paperboy
early to rise but late to sleep
i should have stayed in bed today
My mom is proud of what i've done and i'm proud of what i've done too
today i came out of my room but i came out of my room too soon.
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Get Erased.
02:57
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I'm weak
i can't get to sleep
because i sweat through my sheets
i speak
don't bleed honesty
when it's razor sharp and i start to believe in me
diseased
i'm down on my knees
but forgiveness is bland and i'll do it again
these days are in a technicolor haze
disgrace flowing like a dancer's legs
and i get erased.
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Disease Without A Cure
02:58
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i can stop and smell the roses but it's tragic in my mind
that we'll wilt and decompose and only end up in the ground
but that's the price that we pay for the stimulus these days
because in my mind i was born a disease without a cure
and i find that in my mind i can be so insecure
but it's the price that we pay we're the carrion of days these days
and i have lived a pious life
devout my tendencies
and the rapture i believe
as we wait ascendency
what a joke he has played he's the devil can't you see?
what a joke he has played he's the devil can't you see?
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