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Classic Dilemma
02:40
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Running off
I thought it was the source of all my problems
I figured coming home would inevitably solve them
I reunite with a city that’s been busted,
supposedly at the mercy of these villians I’ve never trusted
But it’s too early,
to feel this dirty
I never thought that I could want to leave again so soon
Taking hold
to the best of my ability
my friends, my family,
they’re the ones I came back here to see
Will this town always be this rotten?
Will we take our place beside the forgotten and downtrodden?
Cuz it’s too early,
to feel this dirty
I never thought that I could want to leave again so soon
Taking off
is to sell my soul
but would I rather leave this place before we reach a brand new low?
Maybe to find a place,
some place where I could grow
Should I stay or should I go?
Oh, I don’t know.
But it’s a classic dilemma
and that makes me feel alright
A classic dilemma
and that makes me feel alright
Yeah
Alright
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2. |
I Hate Lauren G
02:16
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I sigh, oh what’s the use
as I try to shrug off your abuse but
I’m not bulletproof
and I take it to the heart
I’m always watching what I say
You’ve gotta do things your own way
and it’s getting worse everyday
I don’t know where to start
I’m sorry that I have to do this
but tonight
you’re acting fucking stupid
I’m through with all that viciousness and bullshit
though tomorrow
you know I’ll probably miss it
A victim of your own rage
incapable of acting your age
you’re pissed - maybe
but I’ll tell you what you’re not
you’re not making any sense
you’re not immaculate or innocent
you’re not braindead
you’re not this dense
you’re not, you’re not, you’re not
so I’m sorry that I have to do this
but tonight
you’re acting fucking stupid
I’m through with all that viciousness and bullshit
though tomorrow
you know I’ll probably miss it
you’re not making any sense
you’re not immaculate or innocent
you’re not braindead
you’re not this dense
you’re not, you’re not, you’re not
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3. |
Wreck The World
03:11
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They say that Jesus was a fisher of men
but here we’re covered in oil and at the world’s end
you call on prophets while our profits dry up
but there’s nothing to say and there’s no use in praying
cuz we’re fucked
and while you’re searching for a sign from the sky
the blood grows thick with desperation
you can see how we have come to this
wrecking a world without breaking the rules on the list
Insist
to take what you want and to jealously guard it
then piss it all away
it’s greed
it’s entitlement like none you’ve ever seen
we need
everything
They say that Jesus was a fisher of men. Ha.
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