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| a tendency to start fires strange zoo, strange blaze douse my head in flames coming through got to get some happiness is a bad song forceps kitchen tools deconstruct your every move feels better when you're here guillotine just got here back bend, back break please yourself to make it rate live it all at your own cost so many just got lost leaning for fire leaning to fire leaning to fire here's tomorrow man best of my ability chasing what I can here's tomorrow man instinct, bare boned light it up, take it home you will be all things you'll get what you bring leaning to fire leaning to fire leaning to fire here's tomorrow man best of my ability chasing whatercans here's tomorrow man best of my civility with our own tongue here's tomorrow man |
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| straight no chaser Always be there Face I live with Aways be there Face I live with Abscess memory with broken fingers All the fallin down angels Raw pain distress It's all in the way we know that we could have it all Some satellites of pain can't always be ignored War on all sides War on all sides Drink life as it comes Straight no chaser Drink life as it comes Straight no chaser Climb inside you Away from strangers Building a systemof alleys and motorways It's all in the way that we know we could have it all Some satellites of pain can't always be ignored It's all in the face of what we thought we knew before War on all sides War on all sides War on all sides Keep on driving Hair left morning wet There's nothing like losing you There's nothing like losing you There's nothing like losing you |
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| history Gave my love to 2 thousand yesterdays Nothing is wrong I am always a little late Probably will probably won't Get this disease cut out of my throat All of a sudden you come my way Baby believer I won't be saved by morning after Struggling my name Slave turned to master History moans Mouth of our father History moands Mouth of our father Edge of my bed Benzedrine telephone Struggling to speak Sicker than sickest dog Falling faster than a liar's grin We need to be saved from the shit we're in I believe in you I have found The perfect way To bring me down I won't be saved By all your yesterdays Piss on my grave Piss on the underlay History moans Mouth of our father It's the movement we're after. |
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