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1234
03:16
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I’m at my best when I’m walking
My headphones in and I’m sick of talking
Oblivion is my best friend
Let’s drain the pool and jump off the deep end
How can I make it out
How can I make it out
How can I make this about me again? How can I make it I’ll sing
1234
Im at the bar and I’m nauseous
(I’m falling)
Im staring down at an empty wallet
With no prospects or employment
(Im stuck here)
I think ill go puke up in the toilet
3 more minutes till I can face
Going back to being part of the human race
3 more minutes and I can feel
The only thing that meant anything to me
I can breathe
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2. |
Leave Britney Alone
03:00
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I’ve got nothing but respect
For the good people at facebook
But I’m beginning to think
That they don’t have our best interests at heart
I’m exaggerating for effect
And for anyone who’s listening
To every word I say
For the rest of my life
Is it my fault that
I can’t get up if
I can’t get up cause
You’re standing on me
You’re standing on my face
I couldn’t look away
Leave Britney alone
Not even the hot are safe
We all just need some space/I just needed a friend
You can’t handle the truth
But you can make it not matter
Or clearer when seen through
Katy Perry’s reptilian eyes
Indulge your every whim
Something something algorithm
You’ll only need one equation
One like equals one prayer
Right here in your arms
These words are spoken
In a vast array
Right here in your heart
The curse is broken
And they pass away
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Here
04:04
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Its funny if you think about it
All the dreams we always doubted
And the friends you find when you lose your mind
Been dreaming about trading places
With anyone remotely famous
And proclaiming my misdeeds justified
Im just tired of you not being home now
I just wanted you to be here
Here we are
I just needed you to come
Mess me up
Don’t take it literally
You’ll be mine yeah
And ill be yours and well be fine
Its funny if you think about it
How we searched but never found it
How we felt alive as we killed the time
I’m home alone
Trying to come up with the answer
I’ll never throw my hands up
I know I’m slow
I’m home alone
Trying to stave off the depression
A simple chord progression
I know I’m slow
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4. |
Confused
01:31
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I don’t wanna be confused by you
Another look that I can misconstrue
Another character to get into
Now my brain has got a bruise from you
Hands are shaking and I’m filled with dread
I’ll say something that I will regret
And I know that it’s all in my head
But I’ve got a feeling that we’re left for dead
Hey hey now we’re left for dead
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5. |
Promise
02:46
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I’m having a radical change in perspective
Im trying to alchemise the venom I’ve ingested
I’m trying to justify my existence
My body anaesthetised with the needle of indifference
Sick and habituated
To self defeating and outdated
Fucked up patterns of mind
It was such a 90’s vibe
You don’t know what I know
You don’t know what I know
You don’t feel what I’ve felt
Ive got a promise to make to myself
Sick and habituated
To self defeating fabrications
I tried being a nice guy
It was such a lonesome ride
So gifted at listing the ways I’m defective
Half ready to end it all, I just needed a sandwich
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