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Poison Party Pills
02:53
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Wake up and scream, we're still not free
It's a hard shot to the spine when this is what's believed
Can we ever come back from this?
Can we ever come back?
Wake up and scream, we're still not free
It's a gun shot to the spine, when this is what's believed
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Surprise Subversion
02:51
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Do you think because we're white we're yr friends?
We're not even yr allies.
We are yr enemies
Blind to yr own privilege
Let me use mine to call you out
Yr a racist, a coward
hiding behind a badge, a collar,
bullshit law
Bullshit laws
Oh yeah, the end is neigh
Who knows, maybe the uprising erupts tonight?
Do you think because we're born here
we're beholden to some nationalist duty?
We're not patriots
Fuck yr soapbox
Yr a murderer, a thief
Hiding behind a bomb, a drone
bullshit war
Bullshit wars
Oh yeah, the end is neigh
Who knows, maybe the revolution envelops tonight?
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John Bruce Wayne
02:44
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I walked into that room
wanting to collapse into yr arms
but I just stood there.
Hey, what can I say?
I was raised by American men
Always keep a stoic face
bottled and silent
emotion motionless
But I've been trying to change
ever since I told that friend
I think I'm a feminist
They just chuckled and laughed
"Boys don't cry so good luck with that"
That's totally untrue
I remember that funeral
and everyone in those pews
But they just stood there
bottled and silent
like all those American men
I've come to know and love
Boys don't cry?
Hey, what can I say?
This is how we were raised
Always keep a stoic face
bottled and silent
emotion motionless
Boys don't cry?
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Our House Was A Haunt
03:08
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Light a candle or a cigarette
Our lungs are fucked no matter what
Oh we know, it'll never change
Crack a smile and a joke
Take a drag or a toke
Oh we know, it'll never change
We lost a friend, then another one
All those funerals piled up
Oh we know, it'll never be the same
Fractured minds and ruptured hearts
We're still damaged by all of it
Oh we know, it'll never be the same
Hey, hey, it'll be okay?
In the moment broken down
Hope is hopeless
It feels so strange
Oh we know, it never stays this way
Goddamn when the weather breaks
We feel alive in the current state
Oh we know, it never stays this way
Hey, hey, it'll be okay?
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So It Goes, Buffalo
03:10
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I don't trust monogamy
Right now, I wish I did
Lay here in the infinite
Let the world pass us by
But we want to see it change
Under skies and starlit nights
Not behind locked doors and HD screens
Promise me, I'll promise you
to break those chains
if they ever lock us down
Promise me, I'll promise you
to smash the patriarchy
and blast off
Maybe you'll land in Germany?
Maybe I'll be in Canada?
Wherever we go
Promise me, I'll promise you
to break those chains
if they ever lock us down
Hold tight, stay light
with these finite moments
burning bright
Promise me, I'll promise you
wherever we go
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Slarity
02:13
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I didn't know it would be the last time
When that call came in
I cracked a bottle, swallowed shots
Those days, weeks, months, and years
all piled up and
laid beside me in the bed I made
Holy shit
I'm sober now
Clear heart
Clear mind
I remember all those times
Some adored
Some despised
Some I wish I could forget
Yeah, it still feels strange to think
how you'd react
to coming clean
and cleaning up
Walking the line
we used to dance around
So I tried
to sort it out
make it right
This Perfect Day
never came
Clear hear
Clear mind
I remember all those times
Some adored
Some despised
Some I wish would fade away
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This is a Protest
02:06
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8. |
How Much I Love You
03:12
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Mike was riding in the back of Cimba's car
He looked into the ashtray, passenger slot
Thought about a drag she smoked the night before
Started to wonder
And he almost pulled that cigarette butt out
Almost held it up against his mouth
That's as close as he would ever get to kissin' her
We're too late again
We were riding in the back of our friends' cars
Looked into the ashtray, passenger slot
Thought about a drag they had smoked the night before
Started to wonder
And we almost pulled that cigarette butt out
Almost held it up against our mouths
That's as close as we would ever get to kissin' them
We're too late again
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