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Lovers!
02:26
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Maybe we're more than just lovers. Maybe we're more than all them other boys and girls. Like more than just lovers.. Oh, baby you're so cute when you lie to me. Oh yeah, you know I want you so bad. Baby we're more than just lovers. I know you're more than just another used up girl. Like more than just lovers.. Oh baby, you're so cute when you're chokin' me. It's so damn sweet when you're scratchin' me. Oh, it's so damn good when you grab at me. You know you're all I want and baby, I want you so bad. Yeah and you want me so bad.. Yeah.
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I know I'm not a doctor; I've got no talent for keepin' steady hands. But goddamn, I think it's cute, they burn through bodies like I couldn't believe. So, when I leave my lovers to pay to sleep like shit on the floor, I wont let me get down when the south goes to town on my lungs. 'Cause our story was a fuck-story from the start, that's why I laughed it off. I'll be headin' home where the winter makes me crazy, you can see it on my sunk-in face. So just admit that your love's for sale. And I'll admit that we're all just wolves. I don't know if I can feel at home in the Hell that we're headed for.. I'll only love you wrong. And we stayed there for six months, while I chased my shadow around. If we keep sleepin' together, I'd stay here forever in this fiction that you've built for us, both. So, when I leave my lovers to go meet with the devil at a crossroads where cheap shots and stones and elbows get thrown, I was cuter before they broke my nose. So, fuck you. 'Cause our story was a fuck-story from the start, that's why i laughed it off. I'll be gettin' some in my backseat but we both know that you're not one for only dancin' alone. So, just admit that your love's for sale and I'll pretend it makes me want you more. I don't know if I can take you home at the price that you're goin' for, I'll only love you wrong.. And if I'm such a swell actor, you'll never be the leading lady I can't leave when the new year pushes me away. I'd let you keep all my fucking albums if you'd just stop calling every day. 'Cause our story was a fuck-story from the start.. Why can't ya laugh it off?
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It's a Bloodbath, Bro
03:08
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Blanket covered windows and my eyes don't even shut when I'm asleep. So, I got good at breaking pills in half and passing out in bars where the dancers are as tired as me. And I apologize for all the times that I blackout and act like an asshole but you never shut the fuck up. I shouldn't have come here at all but there's nowhere safe to go and I feel right at home in all this stupid shit with my stupid pack of fools. And my girl.. She told me coke is her favorite drug but she likes to talk about god and act like the sex is somehow only good for me. So, you smile and snort and try to blow the house down. I throw-up on the floor and we all just laugh. I'm not so sure if I'm wakin' up in the mornin' but that's quite alright with me and i guess that's why I'm still around. I'm still irrational. I finally started smoking just to spite myself and now I've been coughin' up blood for the first time. And I know they like my practiced smile. But the act won't last while I'm eye-fuckin a future that I can't reach for 'cause my fingers are fucked from holdin' hands with the devil. So I pressed my palms to my own eyes and tried to forget how I got myself here in the first place. All the lies I'm told get old and I'm not a fool.. I know I'm a fool for all this punishment and I think they're finally catching on.. 'Cause I'm only pretending to sleep while your brother steals my change and the alarm just rings. Just get the fuck up. 'Cause we're only pretending to be asleep through the smoke and the smell of sweat from these girls that get their digs in and dig their nails into me.. They can scratch but it's never quite deep enough to break the skin and get through to me. Like I don't know I have trouble keepin' my hands clean. I laughed through all the shit we caused and the sex I lost out on.. 'Cause my mouth won't even shut when they're asleep.
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When I go I hope they salt and burn my bones, I don't want to come back and haunt the ones i love. Though, I don't doubt that's what you wanted for yourself. If your sins persist to weigh me down they won't find the faith to believe that I'm not full of shit. But if it turns out that I'm stronger or maybe fucked up more than most, I could drag your ashes for the answers I'm owed. And I know I'm not my father the times the truth rolls off my tongue. They keep askin' what the fuck do I come from that makes me think that it's alright to talk like this.. 'Cause you said I always take my words too far. Like every time I opened my mouth I was letting you down. But you just hated when the truth slipped out and that's fine.. It's not the reason for my declining self-esteem or when I can't tell what's reality or just the times my paranoia get the best of me, these memories that wreck my sleep when I try to keep my feet on the ground. 'Cause it's turns out that I'm stronger. Guess I can take more shit than most. And I think that I can make it if my bones and organs all hold up. But I know I'm not my father the times the truth rolls off my tongue or when I walk out of these places that I know I just don't belong. As for your other son, you must be really proud of all his shiny non-existence. 'Cause back when I would play spy, I couldn't follow the clues. So, I'm keepin' the name but I'm done lying for you.. If I can learn to keep my fucking mouth shut. I'm always asking for answers that I don't deserve. 'Cause it turns out that I'm stronger or maybe fucked up more than most, I think that I can make it if my bones and organs all hold up. And I know I'm not my father times the truth rolls off my tongue. Or when I walk out on all these people that are always askin' how I think it's alright to talk like this. I think we're just more alike than I'd like to admit but if I can help it then these fictions end with me.
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Streets Ahead
04:55
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For all the half-ass lovers I'm still here on my own. Put your hands and bottles up for another month as the crow flies.. Though, I've found that I fall with style. But I'll never let 'em eat me up. Because they'll never really know the truth about the fucked up things I do when no one that I love is watching me. So, if I don't get good at sleeping soon.. Yeah, if I never feel at home again, I'll just follow my heart everywhere. But honestly, I'm restless. So, I'll just keep dicking around for answers like I do. I'm great at comin' up empty handed like there ain't nothin' to lose. 'Cause I've got friends in places low as fuck and we've all been singin' the blues. 'Cause just like these other bastards know, when you're alone, You Are Alone.. And that's why I run. So when you tell me again, that I'm not worth believing in.. Thanks to Johnny Walker Red, I'll be too tired to laugh this one off. And this lonely girl says that I owe her somethin' now.. Yeah, for all those pills but I didn't like the way she choked me. Didn't like it when she touched me at all. 'Cause we're nothing more than just strangers. And I'm a broke-ass sinner with a sick love for.. breaking shit? But God Knows I Won't try fixin' almost anything with these swollen, shaky hands. And I swear I won't write songs about home like they do, at all. Always with a straight face, I guess it's really not a joke. And I'd apologize but you know how we get in the summer. Still, I'm diggin' myself in far too deep with all these tasteless things I say.. To the people that I care about and I can't help letting down. But that's why.. That's what I'm tryin' to change. Oh baby, I'm always wakin' up at the bottom of all of these bottles where I've been lyin' with all of my stupid friends. But all these lies that I say are just sorry attempts to make you stay. Though, I know that you won't. So, if I never stop talking trash, you should get out while you still can.. Instead of getting dragged over all my good intentions and the bitterness that I can't shake. 'Cause I've been told that my friends wouldn't like me if they knew what I really was, and that's probably true but they just wouldn't understand. 'Cause I remember wantin' nothin' but a good time and that just left me tryin' to keep my shit together. So, I won't apologize for wakin' up and drinkin' while laughing, looking through all these exit wounds. So, if you want to have fun, you better load up your guns. Yeah, if you think that I'm done.. I'm sorry but you better load up your guns.
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