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hell or high water
01:41
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when i die don't cry. when i die don't shed a tear, because you never did anything for me when i was here. so call me what you want or say just what you will, these generic lyrics will sound better and better and better still. isn't this romantic? wasn't that the point? because burning bridges seems ambitious when there's nobody to anoint. did i pay attention? was the prize worth the risk? i'd double back over my tracks if i knew it'd be like this.
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come on, come on
02:09
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everybody loves to run their mouths, well there i am to give them something to talk about. the right sound, the right looks, the good hooks. the wrong noise, those fake boys, their burn books. they write this off as incoherent shit. they close the door, they crank this, they're singing it. Am I The One Who's Always Been Wrong? Am I The One Who Does Not Belong? i've seen what the right groove on the high-hats and the snare can do to a group of kids so over it, they cannot help but move. this is the right sound, these are the good hooks, causing you to tear the pages from your burn book. now all those fake boys give me dirty looks for writing these songs better than they ever could.
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pr(oper) r(a)ge
01:13
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i have nothing more to say on this matter. no, i have nothing more to say on this matter. i go to be and i pray when i wake i'll be 19 on New Years Day. i'd drive to your house at 8AM in the Olds Eighty-Eight with Total Revenge. i'd knock on your door and you'd smile at me, then we'd slash the wheels of the old Chevy. you'd break my heart and i'd be okay because at least i'd have a heart that breaks. but then i wake up and i'm in my room and i pray for sleep and i dream of you. you don't miss the good ol' days when they're new. you only miss the good ol' days once they're through. i'm through.
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sweetwater
02:46
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sweetwater, oh, sweetwater. sweetwater, oh, sweet talker. march me off across that great field. lay me underneath the daisies. calm hands before the last storm. all i think about is Mary. as The Matrix melts all around me, i can't help but smile. on the day of your wedding you'll think of me as you walk that isle. sweetwater. my insides are coming out my mouth. i'm sleeping on my side, you're living in his house. i can't explain the things we do. this is the farthest that i've ever been from you. sweetwater now, come and break these chains. i'll find a different house, i'll even change my name. i'll make a different plan. i'll find a brand new ploy. i swear i won't return until that towns destroyed.
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high treason
02:14
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and i know that big red door and i know it looks inviting. so, tell me what did you come here for and why is it so enticing to act the part? because i could point out all the flaws or i could sit here silent and sulking. and i could reach out to your god and i could tell him i'm worth saving, but i know that i'm not. and i could make a list of all the things i could tear apart, but i won't. and i could make a list of all the things you say you're gonna do, but you don't. and i'm not in the market for all this trading dopamine. if my heads the captain of this ship, then my hands commit high treason.
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oblivion at jefferson
02:22
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if you could see who i'm dreaming about, you'd understand why it's a lose-lose. and i don't mean that how you think i do. if i'm satan, what does that make you? if i thought i was gonna die, i'd call you up for the first time. you'd be confused and i'd say, i'm fine. everyones gonna think this is about them. "i like you so much" screams through oblivion. just meet me at sundown outside of jefferson. i know that made you blush. stop staring at me, i know that it's fucked up. a shit grin and a subtle touch. summer homes on the verge of major drug busts. i fall in love two years too late, don't pity me, it's not Proper Rage. a callback thats how good this is. fire alarms going off in your apartment.
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post
02:40
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desperately grasping at the final straws of youth, knowing damn well that this won't make me any money. i am unstoppable and i am infinite and i am rising from the ashes of these bridges. it was a gentle reminder that you were still there. i'm choking down these last breaths of Carolina air. now that the tables have turned and what is done is done, i think it really might have all been for attention. all my questions have been answered. the war was waged with no surrender. the blood was spilled, the arrangements made. when they slit my throat, i'll call out Proper Rage. oh, that baby blue, it looked better on me than it ever did on you. So, Doesn't It Suck when it all unravels, don't call me satan, i'm the Jersey Devil.
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