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Intro
00:35
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im here
02:30
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Ghost town filled with empty bottles
And postcard views
Where the ground opens under you
If you don't pay your dues
Namesake, make no mistake
I am, I'm haunted by you
Ghost town filled with ripped off
Corners of sandwich bags
Soldiers and the Mayor
Lay low and mind the gaps
Namesake, make no mistake
I am, I'm haunted by you
"Someone take control of me
I am spinning in infinity
My life is going endlessly from control
Take off your clothes
For the time has come for sleeping"
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Kick Ain't Beanbag
01:54
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Take a look at me
And you will only see part of the story
I did my best to build a wall
With ornaments and pray for mercy
Its a lie, and its a shrine
To gaudiness and petulance of youth
I burn everything I touch
And smear the ashes under my eyes
I have earned the consequences
Ill be dead by the time you hear this
You were right, I am blighted
The deadly sin of muddying the truth
A shot a day keeps the demons away (x4)
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4. |
Yesterday Night
03:10
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Absentee body rotter
Remove this vessel from me
Cause lately I am treading water
Should I drown then just
Just let it be
And leave my bones to the pines
Graveless, covered in lime
I go cold in November
That was the month he decided to die
He loaded one bullet in the chamber
It was a thirty ought, thirty ought
Thirty ought, thirty ought six
And we left his bones to the pines
Graveless, covered in lime
Lately I have had to wonder
Do wounds truly heal in time?
Or do we just bury them under
Distract, distract, distractions in our minds
And they'll leave our bones to the pines
Graveless, covered in lime
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5150
03:50
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I found a razor
Tucked in a magazine
I thought it strange but
Nothing too startling
Then I saw the doctor
Said my brain had turned on me
Think of that razor
In all of my dreams
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
And start again
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
It never ends
I dream in static
Soaked in formaldehyde
You're made of plastic
Strong but you're dead inside and
Fashion you daggers
Save one for Donny Boy
Fashion your dagger
Slip one into my eye
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
It never ends
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
And start again
You get along
You get along
Entry only, no one asked me
But for all your beauty
You bruise ugly
No one gets out
Do you feel full now?
Cause I feel empty
And I'm sure you're me
Me
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All I know is the devil lives in me
And all I can do is just bide my time
Till he lives in you
And he's crawling round the sheets
In our bedroom
And he's hangin out on the fence
Howling at the moon
And he says:
"All you children
Do what you do
And carry your mark
Its me who was sleepin'
With you in the mornin'
Oh its better, so much better
To live in the dark"
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Where I lead me I will travel
Where I need me I will call me
I'm no fool, I'll be ready
God knows I will be
And in the meantime
Make a little money and buy a little mercy
Met this mornin'
Now she loves me, says she loves me
Well it must be easy, look around you
All around you
But you see the motion, you're not moving
And you don't know how to hold on
Just keep it loose, don't get excited
You know its gonna pass before long
Now one is goin', one is stayin'
One is silent, one is sayin'
"Heres your coat, take care of yourself,
I'm sorry you're leaivin'
And a little sad, you're all I had
Will you be returnin'?"
The boys upstairs are getting hungry
You could shout in the wind
About how it will be
Or you could clench your fist
Shake your head and head to the country
I have no doubt about it friend
That's where they'll find me
Go ask the boys out in the gutter
Hell, they won't lie
Cause you don'y matter
Well the streets just fine
If you're good and blind
But it aint where you belong
Roll down your sleeves,
Pick up your money
Carry yourself home
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Drinking.Bleach Portland, Oregon
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portland bleach.folk
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