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Fuck you. I hate everything you do. And everything you claim to stand for, oh, I hate that too.
Cut off your ear and send it to me, we only talk inside of my dreams. Cut out your heart and give it to me, when you're talking to yourself, you're always looking at me.
Fuck you, I never wanna think of you. And yet I always do. I always think of you.
Cut off your ear and send it to me, we only talk inside of my dreams. Cut out your heart and give it to me, when you're talking to yourself, you're always looking at me.
I never wanna think of you. And yet I always do. I always think of you.
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4am Again
01:23
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It's 4am again and I can't sleep. You always seem to know whats best for me. And that works out fine by me, who really needs any agency, in fact, this mental capacity is fucking wasted on me.
6am and I finally drift off, a sudden burst of panic wakes me back up. Please hear me out cause my findings suggest that sleep paralysis is a cousin of death.
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Boom, Tetris for Jeff
01:58
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Explain to why it isn't possible. I have big dreams and face bigger obstacles. Nothing in life ever felt as tangible as when I placed you up on that pedestal.
Ever since you left there's been this tightness, in my chest. Ever since you left, I have a new reason to stay in bed.
Self medicate with prescription medicine. Take em each day till I stop making sense. Moderation fails just like it always does. Detox in Paris on my fucking ones.
Ever since you left there's been this tightness, in my chest. Ever since you left, I have a new reason to stay in bed.
I would speak solely in cute, abstract poetic phrases if I felt like it would change a single thing that I've fucked up. But I doubt that very much and I have no life here that's left to speak of. I'll throw myself under a bus or off a bridge before I show back up.
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Switchblade (Live)
02:18
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Hi, just called to try to say I never even wanted you to pick up in the first place. I want you in the worst way. You're akin to a switchblade.
Is one thousand words not enough to show you how little I give a fuck, how about 3 hours of songs? Where you can clearly tell I'm still alone.
Still all alone now. I feel better off somehow. That lies getting easier every time.
And oh just for a day, I would love to not have to see that dumb look on your face. I love you in the worst way, if it exists it'll decay.
I love you in the worst way, you're akin to a switchblade.
I love you in the worst way, you make my nerves ache.
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