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Wasted, Too
01:50
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I wanted certainty but I got this
These memories that I will surely miss
But now its time to finish what I started
Starting to look a lot like it always did
Way back when we were little kids
Wooden swords fighting in the garden
Guarding a mere simple existence
To replace a specific instance
But now I'll never get what I wanted
Wanting to do something significant
Hey mom would you look at this
Am I the son that you always wanted
Watch this
I JUST WANNA GO BACK
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My BFF Death
02:58
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I wanna burn, wanna burn
Wanna melt into a puddle
You can turn me to stone
And smash me into rubble
Cause i just wanna die
I just wanna die
Put a bomb in my chest
I'll completely explode
Until there's nothing left
But blood and bones
Can someone tell me why
Can someone tell me why
Death is a friend of mine
He visits me from time to time
He shows me that white lite
And he shows me my fate
My future's looking pretty bright
An eternity of fire
While my friends wait in line
At the pearly gates
Death is a friend of mine
Death is my friend
Death x 1,000,0000
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Parking Lot Seagulls
02:44
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Empty bellies, empty pockets
Yeah, we're hungry and broke
And we're barely making money
We're just staying alfoat
Take a drag and make it last
Cause its our last pack of smokes
Yeah, whatever man I'll see you at the show
Empty bellies, empty pockets
Yeah, we're hungry and broke
And we're barely making money
We're just staying alfoat
Take a drag and make it last
Cause its our last pack of smokes
We gotta go, we gotta go
Man i gotta, man i gotta, man i gotta go
I gotta pack my shit and then i gotta hit the road
Overstayed my welcome now i feel uncomfortable
I gotta go I gotta go i gotta go
Luckily the drivers sober cause we're drinking in the back
We are always on the road, we can never relax
We could kill two birds at once if we could find a place to crash
Cause now we're dead, so we can rest
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Humble Abode
03:30
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Welcome to my humble abode
Make yourself at home
Yeah make yourself at home
We can watch the tube
Here's the remote
We can blast some tunes
Or maybe pack a bowl
We need to think this through
Before we get two stoned
We can order food
If I can find my phone
And I don't mind if you wanna smoke
Just please make sure to crack a window
Actually wait no if you're smoking cigs
Could you take it outside that shit lingers I'm serious
Me casa su casa
Fiesta esta noche
Que pasa de nada
Español isn't my first language
If we run out of brews than we can get some more
Dude there's no more good beer there's only Coors
Dude are you sure did you check the side door
I think there's Lions Head it's in the bottom drawer
Oh shit you're right man thats fucking tight
Thank god we finished the Natty Light
Hell yeah we're in for a hell of a night
By the time we're through we're gonna be fuckin hammered
Puedo ir al baño
La vante la mano
Cual es la fecha de hoy
Hoy Hoy Hoy
Oi Oi Oi
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Sitting by the window she stares at the sky
And she watches the clouds as they pass her by
These window panes like bars on a cage
She imagines the places that she'll never fly
She's been falsely accused she's been wrongfully imprisoned
She despises you because you keep her hidden
She has been cursed since the day that you got her
No choice in the matter like sins from our fathers
Why did you
Want her to
Fell this way
It's borderline torture
You gave her a glimpse of the life she once lived
The suddlest of hints, she might live it again but no
This is where she will spend her life
Till she loses her feathers, rolls over and dies
I am not sure if it's better or worse
Forcing her to watch a right given at birth
A right that you stripped away
A right you took from her
Was it right what you did
Decide was it worth it
Why did you
Want her to
Feel this way
It's borderline torture
Why must the caged bird sing?!
How could you ask such a thing
Isn't it obvious
From the words that she speaks
The chirps from her beak
She cries and she screams
To be set free
She has been cursed
Since the day that you bought her
No choice in the matter
Like sins from our fathers
Why did you
Want her to
Feel this way
It's borderline torture
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