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Elbows Out
02:38
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In living debt, they call to collect, waiting for the number that defines me to arrive on my doorstep. Singled out, cast into doubt, raised to believe in the video feed, and I can't forget.
Terrified by the weight of it, realize they don't give a shit.
Don't be late, for your setting straight, waiting for the message that defines me to arrive on my birthday.
Singled out, cast into doubt, raised to believe in the video feed, I can't forget.
Terrified by the weight of it, realize they don't give a shit.
They're hoping you die, they'll reap the benefit.
I don't want to wait for the fucking disease, i don't want to wait to be begging you please anymore.
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Parent Abuser
01:36
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Prop Me Up
02:24
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We go wading through the night, looking for a foothold in the strife, wanting to dance, but dancing alone. Imminent collisions coming to fruition, yet somehow I make it home to take that hit right to the dome.
Prop me up, wake me up.
Things are getting out of hand, the hands that I don't want to hold all point their fingers; like water, like liquor. I am a mirror, reflecting emotions. Keep quiet and the only sound will be the crashing of the ocean against the stoney shore.
Prop me up, wake me up.
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Used-to-be friends ;)
01:53
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Used to be friends, now we're not, so i hate you.
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