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Crushed Beneath
04:21
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if you have forgiving friends: be humble, be thankful
as you turn to 'categorically violent' from 'a bit of a handful'
please don't join the dying breed marked 'alpha male'
it goes from a pint at the pub to a cold night in jail
a freeway got driven through the pasture
we grimace at the morning after
we'll all be crushed beneath the tide that you hide behind your teeth
waking up mummified in receipts from the bar
we were awkward children and that's a rough place to start
it doesn't have to be this way: your soul's still so beautiful
there's blood on your shirt - but you were so liked at school!
your mission, should you choose to accept it
is to get blind drunk and pray you get intercepted
you've come home with blood on your shirt again
you've come home.
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blagging smokes outside of the venue
looks like meat's back on the menu
these nights dim and then they shine anew
with my best blood red lipstick on I float through the night like a lily on the pond
get wasted, get destroyed
we're crying because we're overjoyed
sadness sways too easy
projecting flames onto the greenery
that which used to help me unwind
now make me want to die
don't make me slow down
this is my summer and this is my town
don't make me slow down
I'll swim through the night or I'll drown
it's all going our way so we'll put up a drunken barricade
we know what's good for us and we avoid it the plague
instead we'll spend our summer lawless
in coffee queues intercepting your orders.
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Delete Me, Baby
03:53
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(for you - for me - for our collective sanity)
delete me baby
I've been acting like a dickhead lately
let the memory grow real hazy
my former self might save me
I was spilling onto the speakers
vaulting static shocks
shouting recycled phrases
until you told me to stop
I pushed cruel nonsense up out my throat
when we walked down to the water I felt like stones in your coat
took the beating warmth of our summer
cooled it to cold
left you with short days, slow songs, icy roads
poor boy, poor excuse
cut the head off the flower before it bloomed
you sigh and you reply:
'your actions don't phase me
all of you boys are babies
make a mess and then scream 'change me'
you know it drives me crazy'.
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14 Christmases
03:39
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my friends have been disappearing, sucked into the sky
my friends have been coming home with only the whites of their eyes
they needed someone to service their vice
I had a few contacts... I had a pregnant wife
14 Christmases
I didn't mean to do it but I did
born to a family that didn't care
and born to system that's gone and left me here
I peeled back the bloom of youth to find myself with another mediocre life
why would I value yours when I don't value mine?
you stood between me and home
I clutched the kitchen knife
you gave me no choice so I did.
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