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Wasted Lives
01:40
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Did you ever think about anybody besides your own goddam self? Did you ever think you'd get anywhere by tellin everyone to go to hell?
Did ya look in the mirror and ask yourself if what you say is what you mean, and take a step back and look at this pissing contest that you call a scene?
Try real hard but your life aint mine, nothin I do ever turns out right but youve led a wasted life.
Deaf and dumb you stand and stare, go get fucked cause I dont care, you led a wasted life.
Your life must be so difficult drivin your moms car around your suburb, talkin bout friendship and unity or whatever the hottest buzzword, youre so absorbed with your image and your presence did ya remember your stupid band? No you dont like your singer or your drummer just sellin merch and shaking hands.
chorus
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Stop Stop Stop
01:38
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i remember when you told me that you just had to go.
the reasons why, i'll never ever know
on those desperate evenings i sat searching for your ghost
i knew you were gone forever and that's the part that hurt the most
when i think about it it fills me with despair and regret
know that i gotta take my time and work things out within my mind
stop, stop, stop,
and think about it
you can live without it
find something new
now i walk these streets with no planned end in sight
just a lonely moron walkin' til the end of the night
if i see an old friend we'll stop and shoot the shit
cause there ain't really no other way bout it
when i think about it, it really ain't so bad
i just gotta take my time, work things out within my mind and...
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Nervous
01:40
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i walked in and i got a bit nervous when i saw her standing there
hair so black and eyes so red, all she shot me was a glare
i can't really see why you can't stand me
why you would hate my guts
i got too drunk and i puked on her sneakers, i tried to apologize
i couldn't get the words together, i fumbled
she stabbed me with those eyes
now i can clearly see why you can't stand me
why you you would hate my guts.
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Guts Beach
01:11
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hangin with some creeps standin out in the rain, under the boards is where i melt my brain, sittin under there with yer tongue stickin out, meltin your brain is what its all about -
if ya wanna hang out with some creeps well let's go, its all i really know how to do and i wish that was a joke.
711s where i met that girl, my brain was fried but she rocked my world was it her or the drugs, i really dont know? but i just wonder why she had to go.
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Winter Song
01:37
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are you sick of waiting, knowing nothings gonna change
unless you make it, you shape your own days
like waiting for a wall to come down, no way that it's too late
to start again, it's not yet.
and if you need a friend to pick you up when you're down
you know you can call me up and i'll be right around
what have you done that's so bad?
you're only a human being, it's not the end of time
please don't just lay down and die, get out of your bed
and get ready to start living again
and if you need a friend, you know just where i stand
just gimme a call and i will help you get off the ground
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6. |
Gimme Pills
01:23
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gimme all the pills you got
anything to make my brain stop
klonopin, xanax, valium
chase 'em down with a fifth of rum
these nights get so hard alone sittin' by my telephone
waiting for your calls to take me some place else.
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