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Friday Night Lockjaw
05:27
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Take me down those illegible roads
Head down, no sunlight
Streets are packed at this unreasonable hour
And I can barely see
Friday night, come back to me
Chips stacked
I love you
So be good to me
And I'll be good to you
Skies getting a few shades
Lighter than black
And closer to blue
Friday night, I love you so
You be good to me, I'll be good to you
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2. |
Ellen
05:50
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six hour power
keep me bearing water
plastic floating in my ocean
now my egg cracked
and now i'm melting through my fingers
my dreams could be what i need
but i'll ignore it
they're probably liars anyway
cover it with spray paint
turn my shell to the light
make me leave
smash my brain inside my head
to make me see
flip my brain in my head
make me want some
and take my face
invade my space
if you thought i was wading
well my boots are too short
and water is rushing in
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3. |
JB
06:12
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when you think it's just a secret
but everybody knows
tryna help myself
but nothings in my way
and everyone's always gone
you're all alone
i know that feeling
all too well
i know that feeling
all too well
get a grip
hold on tight
loose ends
lose friends
when you think it's just a secret
but everybody knows
skyward bound
but you can't lift off
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4. |
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seeing how it's too late now
i might as well
oh these walls?
i'm sick of staring at them
sick of my burning insides
keep it so down deep
burn and bury that
some days come back again
so we put up walls (oh those walls)
what ever color they may be
seeing how it's too late now
i might as well
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5. |
Entitled
05:50
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wake in the morning and smell the cinnamon
i can't believe you'd be my friend again
i go to work and smell the chemicals
the smell is sweet but i feel that this love is abysmal
get home at 4, lay down on the floor
alone in my room, i hear the boom.
i finally woke up
and at best, this is a simple mess
it's 9 on the dot, cut scene to a gathering
space filled cups, erase the place to trace my face
and i
i cant seem to unstick the sound
from my ears
and i
i cant seem to unstick the straight simple sounds
from my ears
it's friday night
cut scene to a gathering
space filled cups
it's 9 on the dot
cut scene to a gathering
and fumble at every handshake
can't stop feeling it
keep my eyes down
can't stop hearing it
i plug my ears in
you don't deserve shit
entitled reveries
appalling who restores
spark the thoughts if there are means to make it
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Basal Gang New York, New York
a. debbarh - vox/bass
a. toussi - guitar
a. bauch - drums
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