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2.7MB |
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Verse:
It?s easier to find something you?re not looking for.
Come back so I don?t have to look anymore.
Of course I?m sorry but I doubt you were going to ask
The taste is way to bitter coming from that empty glass.
Chorus:
You and your eyeliner are running way too fast
You?re not built like me no you?re not built to last.
So pack on up and get the fuck out of dodge
Look a little harder through that wonderland mirage
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Once again I?m like a rat eating out of the trash
And you?re still taking for granted what you?ve always have
You try, you lie you prove yourself to play this part
You are who you are and baby this ain?t you by far
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phillip achee |
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Well, I?ve conquered the east coast and now I?m working on the west
I fell with the worst of them just to rise with the best
I?ll be the last man to sell out. I?m always the first to buy in
She is an angel with the sweetest voice?but I have these fucked up wings
Chorus:
Both of my fists are bloody and my mirrors are broke
I?m an eyesore with 20/20 vision a blind-sided joke
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I drank myself through life graduated first in death
Sold my soul to Satan himself and now I?m in dept
I?ve been down all those unknown roads, ended up on dead end streets
I can?t think of a single line?to make this song complete
Chorus:
All of my band-aids are used up they hold together my heart
I?m singing these songs of romance out of key and torn apart
Both of my fists are bloody and my mirrors are broke
I?m an asshole with 20/20 vision a blind-sided joke
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My life is pointless. That point is worthless.
And like I care less if you even hear this.
Still I can?t decide if I?m capable of suicide
How do you fucking know unless you try?
Cry myself awake I keep myself asleep
Homesick for the home that?s six foot deep
30 years of bad luck and I?m only 23
Flirting with death but she just won?t fuck me
Chorus:
Shoot or kick either way I?m gonna be sick
Verse:
Pack the bags under my eyes.
Promise I?ll kill myself or die trying
And I?ll be gone soon like a small town rumor
Off to hell I go-burn motherfucker, burn! |
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phillip achee |
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phillip achee |
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1.9MB |
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