1. |
56
01:02
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You're a Goon
You're a friend
That's gotta go
Nothing to lose
You're all
I've ever known
I've gotta choose
Spent far too many nights in my head
Up and drugged in bed
At 3am
You're a Loon
A real nasty fucking breed
Are you buffoon?
Or are you just that fucking mean?
Your head is screwed!
And I know that you'll be back again
2 swim more fucking circles
Around my head
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2. |
3 x over / interface 5
02:06
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Statuesque but not the way
You're picturing
She's a mess
Her beauty never gave a shit,
Behind closed doors on my apartment floor
One drunken night
A regret 4 life
A regret 4 life
The desperation
In her face shows me
That she's made mistakes
What's 1 more
The dark redness
Around her eyes
There's no use trying to hide
He's no more
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3. |
2 many pages
00:51
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The silence in this room is
Written like an old
Long-winded novel
So tonight, like many
Passed before,
I'm picking up
This bottle
All your lies
And adaptations
Of the stories are
Hard to follow
But the truth,
As it seems,
Is so obscene
It makes it
Hard to swallow
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4. |
10 years her senior
01:02
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1 of a kind
Must have been born around '89
I'm every guy
Yellowed teeth, tattoos, recessed hair line
She's got a lip ring
I can't get it up
My sex drives lacking
And she wants 2
Get fucked
I'm not the 1
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5. |
manners 101
00:36
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The subject
I want to focus on
Is just where the fuck
Do you get off?
I give you an inch
But you take what you want
And expect me 2
Just shrug it off?
Your time here
Has run out
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6. |
1 more 4 the 7th floor
01:13
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The expression on your face
Don't leave much 2 be said
The buttons on your shirt
Lead down to heaven
A subtle innocence in
All your images
You've tried so fucking hard
2 fight it
You run and hide
Behind the "bar"
2 sit and wait
Until your "true love"
Finds you, That's not
The way things work
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7. |
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She still hasn't slept
The cause
The company kept
One of these days
It'll catch up 2 her
6 hours till "crash"
It's just another relapse
She said
"I'm not addicted
I was just feeling weak"
Baby, I know what it's like
Save me, please
Don't leave tonight
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8. |
7 stories
00:58
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It was winter
And I'm not sure
what floor I was on
I was leveled like
The buildings in this city
Somewhere between
12 and 4am I stole the kiss
That I never felt
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9. |
visiting hours end at 6
00:37
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She was born
An angel
Left my life
A cunt
Nothing I could
Ever do would
Shut her the fuck up
I sleep better knowing
That she's strapped down tight
on 68th
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10. |
explain this
00:46
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Hear her
Here and now
In this very house
God damn the sounds
God damn the silence
Memories still live
In paintings on his skin
Weakness shows itself
In failure 2 move
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11. |
back 2 0
01:17
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Let's get it
Right this time
Let's get it
Right this time
I'm waiting
I'm still
Waiting
I'm running
Out of time
I'll stop this
On a dime
I'm not blaming
I'm vacating
So don't you cry
2 me about it
Was your choice
2 go
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