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Teeth And Tears
03:12
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I see it in your eyes. This is our last goodbye. Come on and twist your knife on one wild ride. Come on and stain the sheets. You know you're going to bleed. It's just like pulling teeth on one wild ride.
This is not how it's supposed to be. This is not how you're going to leave.
And now i call shotgun on your last chance suicide death ride.
It's just teeth and tears. And all of your fears. It's just like pulling out your teeth.
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Kickin' The Casket
03:31
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I see you clawing at the back of your coffin and I'm the one to blame. Kicking the casket, kicked your bad habit. I won't forget those names.
I see a god inside of you breaking the walls with whispered lies inside of you.
He said don't call but I said I would. I guess I never understood one last time. We'll play to win and in the end we'll see who walks away standing one last time.
Kicking the casket and your bad habit. I forgot your name. Icy hands clawing at the back of your coffin and I'm the one to blame.
I see a god inside of you. Lungs filling up with dirt and lies inside of you.
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Novocaine
02:42
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You and me, we've got some apathy to pass back and forth with our lips to lips. It's hard to start a conversation when you are tongue tied and i still can't forget your taste.
Novocaine. I've got a funny feeling we'll feel nothing at all.
What was said and what was meant. Dilute this protest. Stay inside the womb and age. It's hard to stop a contradiction when you're all alone and i forgot your taste.
Novocaine. I've got a funny feeling we'll feel nothing at all.
Sifting through the ashtray coffins, under feet the flowers grind. We lost everything by saving grace. On our own we deal. A velvet colored seal. Shut the windows to try and save face.
I just want to feel like i'm going to fail when i'm going to fail again.
Novocaine. I've got a funny feeling we'll feel nothing at all.
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Dead Man's Party
06:28
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He wrapped his finger around the trigger and he pulled the pin to palm. Then the vultures began to circle. Perched atop the roof top garden, by the desk the gun is left smoking. One last time we'll feel just fine and we'll wash it all away.
There's something i forgot to say. "You're just a faded memory." Talk about just what we lost. It's just a faded memory... you are, you were.
I tattooed every word i ever read on the back of my eyelids. Cut and paste, return to sender. Talk about just what we've lost and talk about just what we've got. Then one last time we'll feel just fine and we'll wash it all away.
Just give me one more frown to wash the medicine down. One last chance above ground today.
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The Great Snipe Hunt
02:28
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You know I want to die for you, but then the questions would start to seep into your marrow. And the doubt is the hardest part.
He'll lick your wounds and I will sit idly by. I'll live in dark sarcasm. This social suicide.
When I get home.
He'll lick your wounds and I will sit idly by. I'll seep into your marrow until there's nothing left inside.
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03:23
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Her muffled lies fly between two oak trees tonight, like black smoke in moonlight. With her hand on mouth, embrace the Irish on her sighs with apathetic eyes.
Let's pretend we're tangled in these dirty sheets and we're not leaving, not for weeks. Let's pretend that pressed to plead she'll never stray and when she floats she'll be ok.
and she won't say one word about the worst she's done.
You want it all. Everything i ever had to be. The rise and fall has never been so difficult for me. Lost away our chances slipped through the wooden finger tips. Round and round they're circling the drain.
And she won't say one word about the worst she's done. A twisted phrase about the war we never won.
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Push
05:23
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No matter what you say, it's just a means to the end as we float away, pushing against each other. And this ink will stain under my skin. The regrets will stain under my skin.
And you give and you give and you get a head full of false self regrets.The Push, the pull, the perfectly placed accent on the side of the skull. The sound of detonation. Promise me this, that you will save you self.
Wake up inside, haunt the place you wish to hide. Tuck the children in. The ring on top/inside. Wrap your arms around them tight. Children kneel to pray. Children become prey.
Simplistic twist and the twirl. The ghost of just some other girl. When we look back 10 years at all the beds we've made, battles fade away to all the lies we sang. Can we look back and laugh at the moment of collapse and toe the lines of time?
Promise me that you'll save yourself.
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