| I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat,
Another diet fed by c r i p p l i n g d e f e a t
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor laid the one you said you loved...
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| it started feeling like october
i got stranded on the road
you know where to find me |
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| as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
well it feels pretty soft to me.
and if it takes shit to make bliss,
then I feel pretty blissfully.
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| Well, I don't know, but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old.
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town.
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| I'll say it straight and plain
I know I've made mistakes
I've always been afraid |
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