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Waste My Time
03:16
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I feel you letting go while I'm trying to hold on. Your little way of reminding me that you're already gone. And everything I am, it screams to start again. But you need someone new and some good things must end.
Maybe I'll Waste My Time. Maybe I'll stay too long. Maybe I'll burn this bridge. It's not what I wanted. Maybe I'll live my life. Maybe I'll die alone. Maybe I'll find my peace. It's all that I wanted.
It seems like every day we're only falling more behind. I've tried and tried to get through to you but you still don't have the time. But what have I to gain with everything to lose? When some good things must end, I guess it's time to choose
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Pure, Straight Hate
02:19
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Everything's my way and everything I say is god because you are too young to understand I just know everything. All the truth I bring is right, so don't question me. Fuck that conformity!
Lies! Everything, everything, everything is a way to make you look better in your eyes. I've figured out you want nothing from me but tragedy. Oh mercy me. Well it's true. I pure, straight hate you.
Oh b-b-baby you've gotta listen to everything I say to you. I only wanna make you smile, even if it means making you cry. 'Cause hurting you is what I do with my...
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SOCKS
02:52
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Everyone knows I'm a prick, and I know they're all bastards. It's why we get along so well. My whole world is just a powder keg, and I'm a box of matches set to blow it all to hell.
It just can't be. All the world has turned upon me, and I'm drowning in the stage lights. I can't breathe. Can't make out the words around me. I'm giving up the fight.
Everybody needs their fix, and I know I'm no different. It's all in how you blur the line. In all these accolades my scar tissue takes all my focus. It's always hanging on my mind.
Why can't you see when you confuse hatred for lonely you buy into the ground swell? I believe the noose is tightening around me. I'm hanging in my cell.
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Well, We're Drunk Again
03:06
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Well we're drunk again, so we're gonna sing about stupid fucks doing stupid things. There's no consequence, so let freedom ring. And it's not our fault 'cause we're drunk.
Well you're drunk again, so you'll stand in line at this shitty club right at closing time. We've got quotas to meet and we're falling behind. And it's not our fault 'cause we're drunk.
Well you're drunk again and your heel just broke. You drank Fireball, so you're gonna smoke. Fucked the frat douchebag who's just try'na poke. And it's not your fault, 'cause you're drunk.
We've got no regrets, we've got no sorrow, 'cause we're gonna do it again tomorrow.
Well you're drunk again, and you wanna fight. No good reason to, just a downer night. Start an argument, 'cause you know you're right. And it's not your fault, 'cause you're drunk.
Well I'm drunk again, and it's hard to see the pedestrians right in front of me. But I'm fucking great at this driving thing. And it's not my fault, 'cause I'm drunk.
You never thought it could happen to you, but ABV's telling you what to do.
So next time you're drunk again you should probably know, if you show your ass or put on a show. Or if you're a cunt or a big asshole, it's still your fault, 'cause you're drunk. It's always your fault when you're drunk. You're such a dick when you're drunk.
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I'm Here
02:52
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Let's go to Hollywood. Let's go where the pretty people live. Let's go with outstretched arms and upturned palms, see how much they wanna give.
I'm here to kill it. I'm here to kill it all away. I'm here to kill it. I'm here to kill it all.
I'm going back to Westside. See all the friends and familiar faces. Take in the sites and the places I know, and ask 'em why they're so fucking racist.
I moved to Austin. The townies hate me but the scene's fantastic. And my shitty beer matches my stupid mustache. Yeah, I'm just a poser in a demographic.
You don't scare me Mr. Cop Man. I'm more scared of Mr. Politician!
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