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Julian
04:01
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I hate your face and I hate you too and I can't stand all the things you do.
I hate the color of the sky in summer, and I hate when it doesn't rain.
But all along there's nobody who knows how much I hate me.
I tried to get better, to have a clue.
But there's some things that even I can't do.
I feel different from everyone I see
And nobody should care about me
Well at least I can hide how I feel
Put on a smile for all my friends
Getting eaten up inside isn't too hard
When you talk shit on everyone
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Can We Smoke In Here?
04:35
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You're always calling my name
tugging on my sleeves all the time
all my problems, you're to blame
having you around should be a crime.
But I still keep coming back to you
press you against my lips every night
You take away all my pain, its true
But in my head I know it's not right.
If I stay with you long enough one of these days I'll be dead.
Every time I have you it kills me, and I hate it but I love you.
You're always on my back, nagging me
You're the one dirty thing I can't cease
But I so desperately need to be, just one more time please.
Screw this, I quit.
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Placeholder
03:07
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She walked out, you let her go.
What's one more night spent all alone?
And besides, you always have your glory days to be set ablaze.
Now you were a champ, star of the halls and more
But when it came to the end you thought that you would score.
We all gotta be big some day, gotta work real hard and have a lot to say
Your picture on the wall means you made it, I swear.
You put your troubles to bed as you light a cigarette.
You know those'll kill you, but without her you're already dead.
Now the lights go down real low, you put your jacket on the floor
The one with the letter you loved so much
The one you wear over your crutch.
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Static & Scribbles
03:07
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~
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Schranz
03:24
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I'm a sinking ship on it's maiden voyage
Lower my sails again and sink like lead.
I'm a falling tide stranding everyone inside.
There's no wind on my heels.
And I can't even feel.
Do you ever feel like everyone is in on a joke you don't get?
I'm a setting sun saying goodnight
to a world that moves on as I become more withdrawn.
I am a puzzle missing my corner pieces.
I'm a setting sun.
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8. |
Collide, O Scope!
03:16
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Whoa.
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9. |
Parking Lot Anthem
04:31
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We're only awesome at 2am
When you can't breathe or think a thing.
The air fills with cigarette smoke
We can't swim, but we can float.
And all the monsters in your bed, they're real.
And all the voices inside your head, they're real.
The coppers ask us where we've been,
Say I don't have the best of friends.
But there all I've got in my life,
bad people or not, we don't fight.
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No one wants to do anything fun.
Not strip down cars or lay in the sun.
Now, its true times may have changed
But that doesn't mean we should be so lame.
We got our pants down low and dirty vans
But you know we have the cleanest hands.
Whats the point of writing a song
If no one cares unless its in the car?
Now I'm not mad, I haven't burnt a fuse
I just have a little bit of the blues.
I know we get so emotional,
But when did we get so damn old?
Now work always sucks, and thats a fact.
But you can't complain about your own crap
When everyone always feels the same
But no one ever does a thing.
You can tell my boss I quit,
I'm tired of his shit,
He can find some other twit,
I don't care at all.
Homesick in my own room, and I won't be back anytime soon.
I don't want to feel like this, I guess I'm a little pissed 'cause
No one cares about your problems.
You know no one cares at all.
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11. |
2:06 PM
04:50
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Attention to all those who occupy this room,
The fire alarms have turned on.
The chef burned his chicken when he left on the oven
And the fire has spread to the bar.
Get out, get out while you still have your lives.
Listen to me I would not tell a lie.
There's no time to think, so finish your drink,
And get out while you still have your lives.
Attention to all those who live in this city,
The firemen have been deployed.
The chef burned his chicken when he left on the oven
And the fire has spread to your homes.
Attention to all those who live in this country,
The national guard has been called.
The chef burned his chicken when he left on the oven,
And the fire has spread to the shores.
Attention to all those who live on this planet,
You're all fucked, we're all gonna die.
The chef burned his chicken and condemned us to death,
And now we're all asking "why?"
Don't even bother, we're all gonna die.
Listen to me I would not tell a lie.
Finish your drink and then have another drink,
Drink 'cause we're all gonna die.
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