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900 Bucks
01:47
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They always act like I'm wrong for laying passed out drunk
and needing just a little sleep on my lawn
"hey did a quarter fall out of my pocket?"
Excuse me for not giving a fuck
I can respect you don't care that I'm dying
but you could spare a little space on your floor
I don't give a shit about all your stupid fucking problems
I'd just like back my 900 bucks
And now my legs, they won't work from the falling
and from dugs, k mostly from drugs
I can't remember the last time I was happy
I can't remember the last time I felt shit
I won't repent for things I didn't do wrong
I won't repeat myself again
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Integrity
01:58
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No need for sleep, no case for best intentions.
I'll let her sleep, my knees are scraped from yearning
and learning not to overstep my feelings.
Put at arms length, I'll want whatever I need.
So hold me, believe me, save me, please me
want me, need me, hit me, choke me
I'm on my my own and I'll wipe my own face while I'm bleeding
with a trail of blood as I'm leaving
I'm lost and old, you still believe in nothing
Pale skin and bones, its not my bad health, its the evidence
Try something new, you'll quit it after two months
The scrapes have healed and turned to scars that remind me a little of you
So hold me, believe me, save me, please me
want me, need me, hit me, choke me
I'm on my my own and I'll wipe my own face while I'm bleeding
with a trail of blood as I'm leaving
I'm attacked in my sleep with nightmares of a time when I was happy
But I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
I'm wide awake, too late for integrity
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Lost and Awake
01:22
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I wrote you a letter and I kept you in mind
when I wrote that I'm feeling ashamed, but hey
You're leaning forwards as we embrace in the rain
Your ex calls you three times a day
I'm feeling embattled, its the truth
erase all your bullshit
while I'm lying on the floor, lost and awake
Lost sleep and lost life, I'm drunk in a drive
I think I haven't shaved in a week, but hey
You're leaning backwards but I'm not afraid
Your phone`s broke, your dead, or your gone
I'm feeling embattled, its the truth
erase all your bullshit
while I'm lying on the floor, lost and awake
Scattered are feelings I`m over
You`re no stranger to anger
I`m just passed out on the floor,
lost and awake
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Bad Words London, Ontario
If Bad Words aren't taking a post-show lean against the bar with beer-soaked shirts and sweaty hair from their last alcohol induced, 3 chord, speed-rock orgy , you can probably just find them passed out drunk on the sidewalk. The new punks on the block from London are making waves in their van with only a few chords, some specific demands, and a whole lot of harmonies and heartache. ... more
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