I know I should wake up in the morning, But I'm in bed till two. Heat fogs up the window, summer's over, No longer can we rendez-vous. Weeds have grown
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And so the harvest has come again and as you reap, your mask starts to slip and its only a matter of time before your true form is revealed so it's
And now I see, I was wrong, cold-blooded, unforgivable. Nothing that you say can make this right. I died tonight, a tiny part of me. Shattered trust,
Jesus lies dying in my bed Companions since birth... in this stagnant dingy haunt he never really lived. Last night I beat him as he would not leave
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: Oh yeah, another day Oh yeah, gotta play What it is, it never was I don't care to give enough My boredom has outshined the sun It's all down low
: I've wasted all my years Been chasin' all my fears For another brighter than you I gave in long ago to make it to the show, But it's not easy when
: Hungry, hungry again Hungry, hungry again When will it start to sway When will it start to almost break you Hungry, hungry again Hungry, hungry again