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my lip is bleeding
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my body is sinking i think i'm swimming i'm not thinking my thoughts are leaving i start drinking i start believing my eyes are blinking as if i'm feeling this way and will it ever be the same it's so easy to complain growing up is a game i'll shut up and just play we've all got to try it's all apart of life my heart is beaded my lung is breathing my ears are ringing my lip is bleeding what's it meaning what's the reason my favorite person is one that's screaming my name or whatever became were you ever aflame growing up is a game i'll shut up and just play we've all got to try it's all apart of life
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fell asleep while i was on the pay phone had a dream we made it out of skid row be at your house in about an hour or so i guess you moved away nobody was home ain't that the way that it goes changes before you know tomorrow's got to follow i guess i'll just let it go i got a job got a dog since you've been gone kind of had a summer love but we've both moved on i got a life it's alright not where i belong sometimes when i'm alone i listen to your songs and i just bought a bong and yeah i'm living with mom life is like a sitcom one day it'll all be gone but maybe that's wrong i guess it's just been so long everyday it's so strong one day it'll all be gone
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if you ever gave a black eye to me i'd wear it like a wedding band get a suit put a neck tie on me in my casket when i'm dead she only loved me for a goodbye only for a feeling of letting go took the tv and the bottle from me she's taking a walk she said and i know where she goes but i don't think i should go i'd rather not go home until my body says so
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getting old feels like i'm swimming in a cesspool if i could i would go back to high school for the peers and the games and all of the rules i was stupid and dropped out thought that i was too cool i've learned a lot since then i'm not so shy now i've learned how to make some friends i'm not so good with money all my paychecks are spent and now my benders last longer than the weekend i can't afford a pack of smokes i drink myself til i'm broke i apologize to my folks for thinking life was a joke if i could go back in time i'd give it my best try cause by now i've realized i'm lucky to be alive
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sitting in your room smells like flowers and perfume hearing voices but they're not you i don't know what they're saying laying on your bed what was that thing that you said the sky was fire red i can picture it like a painting she tells me that she's going crazy i think that everybody is going crazy i drink some water to stay alive even if it wakes me up in the night i think it's time i start to try i've been dependent on the child inside i can't afford it but i'll try to get it it's a present for you please take it life can be selfish or so selfless i'm so distracted but i still look into your eyes
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every buddy you look up to shivers in the snow when they smoke cigarettes just like you after a long angelic alcoholic winter all that was left was a body looking a little thinner i stole you some breakfast maybe as some sort of prefaced move i guess i was just hoping that you were thinking of me too but i know she calls me on my telephone because i have a telephone not because she cares though she said adolescence is a privilege but i don't really get it does that make me a bad kid i stole you a wedding ring not because i want you to belong to me just thought it might look pretty on someone who means this much to me i was lost in lacuna once now i'm swallowed in the city and i couldn't leave sooner much and i look up to you for doing what you do and genuinely being you
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i'm just a satellite
01:09
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the stories were right I'm just a satellite and I just don't feel that good tonight I know something you don't know and I know something that you know I'm changing everyday everyday I'm trying to rearrange
personality disappears in space no one needs to know your name
I drew the line at the moment in time that I seemed to float away but I'm still here sitting in my chair and wondering just how long it'd take to care
about making something that sounded far but that can be the beauty
because it just helps me
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it's kind of weird to me how a friendship feels all truly and then suddenly the tie unravels loosely i haven't heard from them is six months nearly i know all is well but i still miss them dearly i remember days of drugs and feeling empathy but those days are in my memory like an effigy and even though now we live our lives separately i still tell people that's my best friend moovy
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she can find a smile in almost anything and i think it's rubbing off on me i used to get sick of lot's of things and i've never really been in love but now i think i am kind of and it's holding me up for now but i'll miss her when she leaves town sappy boy with a big heart and i don't know what to do every time i finally give my life up something all of a sudden feels true and i'll want to fix myself again so i can help her and be her friend but my body's been filled with stuff and i don't really sleep enough and when she leaves town i'm going to find somewhere and just lay down hug myself and drink a lot down i'll miss her but i'll still be proud
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once upon a time i was thinking about that time when we took your truck way out into that corn field we probably smoked ourselves ten years into has beens we shook it off thinks somethings will get re healed i still get high and there are still somethings that i feel i take a drive and my eyes they stay real pealed i make a comment to myself then it disappears i think you miss it too when you're looking out your windshield i think you miss it too you're best friend told me that you do when i think of you and all the things that we went through do you still think of me do you remember me do you still remember that time we went for that drive
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the only thing stiffer than my drink was my back while i dreamed my eyelids turned pink i laid euphoric in esteem it was a wonderful thing woke up and drank coffee until i sweat cold as a body laying in life debt she's most likely doing the same i bet i'd like to think so but i wish her all the best my name is liam and i am a human being sometimes i sound needy but i don't really need them we all have feelings and pretty soon i'm leaving it's hard to deal with cheating but i get you need some pleasing like i need some sleep and pretty soon i'm leaving this life
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if i had black eyes would you still sit by me would you still dignify me or would you think i'm ugly if i look horrifying could you still beautify me look at me like a pretty bird flying love me like a child crying as if i'm dying identify me i'm not hiding i'm really trying mystify me edifying life's not lying it's really pretty cool
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it was a long year didn't really do a lot i'll keep it like a souvenir until it's another year that i forgot weird talks on the sidewalks mohawks in dirty socks writer's block heart rock six o'clock so deadlocked
i remember when we used to be shy sometimes we'd hide ourselves alone inside i still sing myself lullabies about nothing but being alive
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you look tired in the window seat of the city bus early this morning traffic is framed like it's performing but the tinting is peeled in it's recording
and it happens again this feeling i get in this moment
the child inside is like a memory somebody who hides parting the sensory miles and miles of the same scenes smiles that try to tell you everything
i see it in you do you see it in me too
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mary mag dull een lol internecine the thirteen magazines i call my bedsheets and all the coffee beans the lungs of nicotine look kind of like the eyes of the beauty queen but you'll fritter away you seem to astray with the pariahs on the staircase miracle play on a midsummer day sometimes it's hard to keep a straight face
artistic cataclysm born like holy glory visits parasitically in basement purgatory harmonically progressive chronically possessive i forget my name when i'm alone in seventh heaven
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sometimes it's printed in black ink like a newspaper or something sometimes it's floating around me some sort of satellite uplink and i don't really write about anything sometimes it's always a similar theme i guess it'll always be sometimes i just want to sing
and i'm getting so sick of feeling like that like anytime of the day i could collapse but i don't even know where to start i can feel it deep in my heart the feeling of growing apart from the only thing keeping me apart
and i can't fake it even if i want to fake it sometimes i'd wake up thinking i'm never enough but i don't even know where to start i can feel it deep in my heart the feeling of growing apart from the only thing keeping me apart
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just like that inside these six walls the only thing i ever need is in front of me clamored like a symphony the leer that took the air i breath and i can't find a single reason to leave
cause now it's the best part the part where everybody bursts out loud and i can't even hear my own thoughts
there are no more tears to cry cause we've all been through it a lot before and now we're getting over it oh yeah
just like that inside these six walls i forget the worst days I've ever had
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galaga
02:25
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evermore
we used to always talk about that
when we were born we used to always think about that
think about liquor stores
we used to always think about them
we were bored we were poor we were always sore and always poor
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wake up pink
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all I really need is my fingernail between my teeth until it bleeds so deep in my heart
to come home blue and wake up pink to come over and smoke ur weed you're so deep in my heart
we were always looking for something we could only find by finding something to like in ourselves
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go home you'll sleep better on your own floor you don't need anymore a new hope is all that i look for but i can't even find the door and i know i'm coming down when i'm not thinking out loud feeling ourselves in a crowd happens less often now
lay low honesty's a gravestone she told me as she walked me home a new hope tattooed on her knuckles the same ones that i hold and i know she's coming down when she's not speaking out loud and she strays away from the crowd a new hope she can't live without
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all your sappy dreams
01:32
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what would you see
would you see happy things
would you fulfill all your sappy dreams
or do you take a nice bath and turn on the tv
you take what you get because we'll all rest easy
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