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reefer sadness
04:43
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ever enoug to fill your lungs, i've said too much. it's never enough to die so young, it's never enough-
I don't want to be sad and dumb forever
sad and cold and alone- the tires hiss on the empty road,
nothing on the radio, screaming out the open window,
"I'm not gonna be sad and dumb forever"
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2. |
cute
01:33
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don't call me cute
i'm not here for you
I'm not listening
shut up dude
don't call me baby
don't call me cute
i'm here to have a good time with my friends
and i think you're gonna ruin it
you're a creep
you should leave
fuck off dude
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bucket song
02:41
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there's a bucket in our house and it fills up with dump it out
there's a creature in the fridge and i am not sure what it is
but i am sure that it lives- my room is down the hall, at night
i hear it crawl around inside.
there's a girl inside a cage, she has been there all her days,
tonight, she escapes, tonight. you learn her name,
there's a girl inside a cage
she has been there all her days
she's alive
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4. |
graduation
03:34
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smoking pot at the top of a parking garage,
you feel tall for the very first time in your life
there's a bag full of drugs in the trunk of your car
after the summer, gonna move really far away,
graduate, then take the interstate, to a city where
no one knows your dead name.
3 months later and you've got a job,
you can't afford college so you just slack off,
smoking pot at the top of a parking garage
before you clock in to wash dishes at the restaurant
and if the cook with the cross has something to say
about the lace on your shirt, you'll cut his throat
with a broken plate
Write another song about leaving on the interstate.
Let everybody know how much you fucking hate this place
If I tell you are you really gonna use my name?
If I tell you are you really gonna use my name?
If I tell you are you gonna look at me the same?
If I tell you are you really gonna use my name?
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5. |
crucial hangs
05:42
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I am sick of breaking glass- when i punch the clock i can hear 'em laugh
our hearts served cold on a plate, i've been counting hours, i've been counting days. in every city it seems the same, their funeral bells are our living wage- gotta get away fast, climb in the van and never look back
"Are you ready? Let's go now!" the air is warm, the moon is out,
destroy those that hold you down, let's get outta town right now
Got five more hours to go, til we hit the curb, ready to explode-
this passion is not your to sell, we'll make it, do it, build it, shape it all ourselves. on every street, they'll hear the sound, break every fucking string left in this house, gotta get away, can't wait to come back, we can't wait to see you again,
"The tank is full- do you wanna see the world?"
"Are you ready? Let's go now!" the air is warm, the moon is out,
destroy those that hold you down, let's get outta town right now
the Quilted Crickets sing protest songs- In West Virginia, I sing along,
that haunted mountain, this crooked ghost, all the people i miss the most
"Are you ready? Let's go now!" the air is warm, the moon is out,
destroy those that hold you down, let's get outta town right now
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6. |
pentagram tattoo
04:11
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when I wake up, in my make-up, and it's too early for that dress,
it's too early to wake up, so i think i'll just go back to bed,
there's a thorn real deep in your back, been smoking too many cigarettes,
said, "i just need like five more minutes, i just need to catch my breath,
there's a new tattoo on your chest, I can tell cuz the blood on your shirt is fresh, you said "I'll never regret it, even if it makes my mother upset," it makes your mother upset.
"I swear I am done with apologizing, I swear that i'll never stop fighting,"
Your song stuck in my head, and every inch of my skin is wet,
I swear I tried my best, our friends all run in circles around their deaths'
when i wake up, in my make-up, half drunk in someone else's bed,
i'm so glad it's not ever, my heart still beats strong inside my chest,
sorry about the mess
"I swear I am done with apologizing, I swear that i'll never stop fighting,"
when i wake up in my make up, i'm so glad that i'm not dead
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I love you like dogs love anti-freeze
I love you like doctors love heart disease,
I love you like UN drones love the middle east,
I love you like kids love guns on TV
I love you like a mother loves the Man-Killed-By-A-Car
once his organs go to science so her daughter gets a brand new heart,
Let's drink Gin until we start to get loud,
then I'll grab a pair of pliers and rip that aching fucking right out
I love you like the Boogieman loves your screams,
I love you like nightlights love bad dreams,
we talk about love but we don't know what we means
when we talk about love, we don't talk about anything.
when we talk about love, we talk about everything.
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8. |
club sammich
03:27
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we fill our lungs with smoke and light, caught in the rain, it pours all night, my boots are double-knotted tight, and we look ready for a fight
a heartbeat races out of time, we're in 4/4, they play in 5,
it's just a beat behind, one fucking beat behind
I've got a list to make: coins and guitar picks, the ghost of a goldfish,
that old apartment. things we've lost to the couch
I'll try to catch you if you fall, no room too small, let's see them all
no human pyramid too tall- the pigs won't come if no one calls
the cops won't catch us when we fall, the pigs won't come if no one calls
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it's like 3 a.m. and i don't know if the shaking is ever going to end
if i tried I could win the Nobel prize for my work; outstanding in the field of bad decisions- I could be the Jackie O of making out with strangers
I can do it all
You can tell from the foam in my throat and i can tell from the blood on the floor that i am not in control anymore and I'm scared i'm going to lose this war
i swear i've done it all before
and i'll probably do it all again
i've been eating fast food for, like, a month
and my friends think i've been smoking way too much
but i think i just need to catch my breath
maybe we are cogs in a machine,
designed to feed off fear and apathy but i'm sure
that you've heard it all before
You can tell from the foam in my throat and i can tell from the blood on the floor that i am not in control anymore and I'm scared i'm going to lose this war
every time i've spent the day sick in bed thinking "where is my mind?"
every time i say i'm gonna quit and then i don't "where is my spine"
with your feet on the air and your head on the ground, "where is my mind?" "this is the last time, this is the last time this is the last time"
where is my mind?
where is your spine?
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10. |
stay wavy
03:09
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this hole in our hearts is the size of the ocean
i'll never forget our final slam dance
your voice is carried over the waves
i'll never forget what we sang for
Talk is Cheap, Carry Your Own, Never Back Down,
never get old, i'll sing these words whenever i feel alone
every time we stare out at the water we'll know you're there
you are everywhere, forever
I'll never forget what we sang for
there's hope and reason to carry on
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11. |
sleeping in jeans
02:31
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I washed my face for the first time all week,
my eyelids were heavy from few hours sleep
and i still smell like smoke from the show,
yes, i know, in ten more minutes i've got to go
the gods of junk blessed us with a broken TV,
we smashed it to pieces with bats in the street,
no one here's quite sure what they believe
dig through piles for truth, sift through piece by piece
there's got to be a medical reason
for the restlessness that comes with the season
pick up your mess and get out of bed
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Plastic castles dot the landscape
dawn arrives as a pack of dogs,
you will never escape as long
as your throat is between their jaws
never learned how to play dead
run until you're out of breath
we didn't hear a word they said
we were too deep in our heads
Do you do it for the art?
do you k now who your friends are?
Waste away as your orbit Mars,
burning out in townie bars,
waiting for some other star,
your house isn't very far...
do you know how you're getting home?
it's okay if you don't wanna go.
I won't let you walk alone,
through the park in the cold again.
do you do it for the art?
do you know who your friends are?
do you know that you are loved?
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