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Don’t panicNo not yetI know I’m the one you want to forgetCue all the love to leave my heartIt’s time for me to fall apart Now you’re goneBut I’ll be okayYour hot whiskey eyesHave fanned the flamesMaybe I’ll burn a little brighter…
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Be careful making wishes in the dark, darkCan’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark, markAnd besides in the meantime I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart. I’m in the details with the devilSo now the world can never…
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Rat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat hey No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rateNo graphics and no fucking Powerpoint presentationSo they just DIY’d that shit and they built their own bombsShe’s his suicide…
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I need more dreamsAnd less lifeAnd I need that darkIn a little more lightI cried tears you’ll never seeSo fuck you, you can go cry me an oceanAnd leave me be You are what you loveNot who loves youIn a world full of the word…
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I’m gonna make it bend and break(It sent you to me without wait)Say a prayer but let the good times rollIn case god doesn’t show(Let the good times rollLet the good times roll) And I want these words to make things rightBut…
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Oh God!Sean DonFall Out… boi! Did-did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu(Malibu, ooh, ooh, ooh,)So why the hell is there a light that’s keeping us foreverBel Air baby, did you get dressed up?Pretty pout, pout(While you bottomed…
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Baby, seasons change but people don’t. And I’ll always be waiting in the back room. I’m boring but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography. But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.…
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I am an arms dealerFitting you with weapons in the form of wordsAnd don’t really care which side winsAs long as the room keeps singingThat’s just the business I’m in This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis…
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What’s this? What’s this?There’s color everywhereWhat’s this?There’s white things in the airWhat’s this?I can’t believe my eyesI must be dreamingWake up, Jack, this isn’t fairWhat’s…
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How cruel is the golden rule?When the lives we lived are only golden-platedAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for meAnd though I carry karats for everyone to seeAnd I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the…
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Mr. Sandman showing his beam, when he walks into the room the walls lean in to listen Surf out blank waves, clicking back and forth like old headlights, sniffing bottled you again. Headlights a steel trap, wish I didn’t, I…
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It’s all a game of this or that, now versus then better off against worse for wear And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew And I just want to be a part of this The road outside my house is paved with good…
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