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I’ve got car fur all over my clothes and I find a new hair-tie every time my contacts go in. I went to the Dog Beach, I laid in the sand never ditching my shoes. I haven’t bought groceries since you moved out, I’ve been eating out. And I shut off the gas ‘cause you’re not here to use the heat. I can feel the sunlight burning my eyes, tops of my thighs. And I can feel my sunburn fuming tonight. And everything that I can take with me are nothing but regretful memories. And everything that I leave with you is nothing that you would want. And everything that I can take with me are nothing but regretful memories. And everything that I leave with you is nothing that you would want. And everything that I leave you is nothing but posturing and attitude. And everything that you left me is shit that I already bought. It’s nothing that you would want, it’s the shit that I already bought.
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“Coffee, most legally, give me,” were the first words that I said. I had a hole in my chest and fucking dump truck driving straight through my head, a tube running down to my juicebox briefcase, and those rice crispies cracklin’ in my neck meant that I had to stay. She called me that night so I asked her out to dinner. She refused, so polite, she had to wake up early and so did I. She asked me what I wanted to hear so Shield Your Eyes was the last thing that I heard as I drifted off to sleep. Did I dream, did I just float? It felt like nothing happened and I woke slow, alone, and hungry for caffeine. Did I dream, did I just float? Learn to sew and use my fucking tendons while I sleep, tube my throat. Losing bones is dirty fucking business, it’s real, real bad for business. It’s the worst kind of business, the kind that happens to me.
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Have you ever wanted to cut someone’s skin off and put it on? Walk around town just waving at everyone. Call me old fashioned or boring but man that sounds fun, that sounds fun. I’m only kidding, I wouldn’t do that. Just kidding, I would. I’d do it and I’d sew it up so good. Happy birthday to me, all I want is a suit made of you. Don’t wanna make you cry, don’t wanna say goodbye. Don’t wanna make you cry, don’t wanna say goodbye. I wanna cut your face off and put it on mine. I bet it feels so soft laying on mine. I wanna cut your face off and put it on mine. I bet it feels so soft laying on mine. I wanna punch your scalp off and put it on Jake. I wanna peel your skin off and cover Mike’s flakes. I wanna cut your face off and put it on mine. I bet it feels so soft laying on mine.
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Se Vende - Rad Mobile
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Put it out, its coming back. What are you afraid of now? Friends like that and how did I get so off track, I'm always sick! Never sane.
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Se Vende - Bike Tired
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Fumblin on words. Only making things worse. What im tryin to say. Is what im dying to explain. What im dying to explain. Is that im dying today. I'm just so fukin tired. I'm relying in these bike tires. To take me safely home. And its a lonely feelong riding on the streets. Just gonna go down to the beach. Don't wanna go on home. Cos the lonely feelings. There waiting for me. And what im trying to say. Is what im dying to explain. What im dying to explain. Is that im dying today. Oh yeah im dying today. I'm dyin...
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Oh when the dark surrounds you, I’ll hold your flickering flame. And when the night becomes you, I will not help you remember anything. Your conscience tells you lies, hold me down so I don’t ever have to hide. And I will wait, until the night becomes the day, I will stay right by your side until you wake. Last time I let you in I let you down, next time I try to make it right you won’t be around. Last time I let you in and this time I’ll let you win this game. I promise, you’ll never know the truth I swear. Oh when you held me close, and then you held me downtown. Help me become something you’ll never want to purge. Let me be the light that shines at night and holds you tight. And I will wait, until the night becomes the day, I will stay right by your side until you wake. Last time I let you in I let you down, next time I try to make it right you won’t be around. Last time I let you in and this time I’ll let you win this game. I promise, you’ll never know the truth I swear. For all this time I’ve let you waste, I’ll stay right here until the night becomes the day. Last time I let you in I let you down, next time I try to make it right you won’t be around. Last time I let you in and this time I’ll let you win this game. I promise, you’ll never know the truth I swear. I swear.
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