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wasterluv
04:04
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christmas trees in the trash and you breath and you ash and it feels like going insane like a line of cocaine like you could burst into flames but it never lasts for long you want forties on your roof bed stuy's beauty in your view and if feels like going insane like a line of cocaine like you could burst into flames and it feels like love wasted love and it feels like love wasted love you've been trippin your whole life walls are moving all the time in first grade your friend said words that stuck in your head whenever life gets hard you turn around say fuck you life and try to have some fun driving home messed up through meadowbrook the beeches overhead they go one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one and it feels like love wasted love and if feels like love wasted love
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ctl
04:17
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work sucks my nerves are fucking shot fight over dinner punch the wall again and again and again and again i just hurt my hand i just hurt my hand when i'm alone i think of you i think of you and then i'm happy my head is crazy my heart is so dumb i said i was sorry i think you were wrong but don't let darlene see us fighting blue veins creep through my knuckles don't let darlene see us fighting we both bend we both buckle and i count the limes i count the limes i count the limes as we fight about a feeling i count the limes don't remember what i said i count the limes you can find me out at daddy's i count the limes slowly bashing in my head i'll be bashing in my head scared i'm a terrible liar lying about being scared lying and then getting tired so lines in the kitchen you know i'm prepared i should've been with you i should've been there but don't let darlene see us fighting blue veins creep through my knuckles don't let darlene see us fighting we both bend we both buckle and i count the limes i count the limes i count the limes as we fight about a feeling i count the limes don't remember what i said i count the limes you can find me out at daddy's i count the limes slowly bashing in my head there was a time when i could not be bothered there was a time when i did not keep such track now i count the limes i count the limes
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fried chx
02:56
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i was fryin up chicken with seth when i looked out the window they were playin fetch and in a moment of peace it didn't feel like a test i know that you were the best but let's put it to rest i start trippin so i slip outside and i reach for another little suicide if i could just clear my head there was a time that i tried but it hasn't been clear in a very long time broadway halsey my walk home with the smell of fried chicken in the falling snow you beat the shit out of me and you took all my cash and when i told the police they just started to laugh woke up on a boat didn't know i was on an old fisherman guy asked me what i want i wanna find out what the fuck i'm doing here i love my suey and i like my job and i hate anybody who is not my dog and i can't stand the day so i drink every night i guess i knew you where right just give me tonight
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burnout
05:31
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life is a gravitron i'm struck to the wall i don't get to maine enough i don't even call you talk about politics i've got nothing to say i'm having a baltica i'm fading away we're going to jupiter we're going today i'm over this city life that's something i say when i'm at three diamond door the jukebox won't play now why do i kid myself i'm not going anywhere no way give me anything give me sex give me crazy white noise everything i can't make it out lately lately i burned out i'm not well you still go out every night what the hell pick me up off the floor i'm not welcome at this party anymore i wake up an idiot stupid and spoiled braindead and terrified my head in the soil you wake up electrified gonna seize the day i was up an idiot get out of my way work is all over me black and white stress these people are weird machines my head is a mess and i am a re-run i'm tbs i'm friends with your parents now they like to get high with me oh yes i burned out i'm not well you still go out every night what the hell pick me up off the floor i'm not welcome at this party anymore
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sandhill dr.
03:42
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the pine trees under purple skies the brain cells burn the brightest right before they die i found that tree where we used to play when did i start to feel this way
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julie
04:19
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are you ever surprised by where you open your eyes acclimate to someone else's life and there's never the time for the hows and the whys this is life now it's alright now julie take us where we need to go i could listen to that voice for hours if luciano takes us off the road break the windows with the tiny hammers these are the days i am bound to remember sinking in my seat there's a voice so sweet every word at a beautiful angle tilting melodies just keep talking julie you don't have to be right you just stay by my side it's ok if you lie and get wasted on my time i need some stupidity remind me how to smile my old brain is killing me let's kill it for a while blessed anonymity the woman standing next to me julie take us where we need to go i could listen to that voice for hours if luciano takes us off the road break the windows with the tiny hammers
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in my solitude you haunt me with reveries of days gone by in my solitude you taunt me with memories that never die i sit in my chair filled with despair no one could be so sad with gloom everywhere i sit and i stare i know that soon i'll go mad in my solitude i'm praying dear lord above send back my love in my solitude i'm sailing a lonely sea nowhere for me i sit in my chair filled with despair no one could be so sad with gloom everywhere i sit and i stare i know that soon i'll go mad
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