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Nintendo 64 Zoo Lane
02:32
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What did I say to you last?
Three years have gone so fast
I broke down in an attempt to find myself
I’m on a quest to destroy my mental health
Seeking some kind of sanity
Oh shit, I miss my family
This train is now my new home
This bag holds all that I own
Not really sure where it is that I belong
Stuck in a hole between what seems right and wrong
So eager to prove myself
It won’t be long till I lose myself
Three years down the drain
But I still miss you
Everything has changed
But I still miss you
You caused me so much pain
But I still miss you
Everything has changed
But I still miss you.
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Auntie Bac
03:34
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Pick up your fucking scalpels
And wash your hands with anti-bac
I’m not the same kid I was
I want my fucking childhood back
I’m slowly slipping, losing hold of the past
I’ve never known time to move so fast
I’m sorry friends, I know I’ve changed
I’m really scared that you all think I am to blame
Cut me open and see what is inside
Please dissect my overly analytical mind
Cut me up, I need it bad
Sit me down and tell me all about the day you had
Hold my hand and make me feel less sad
Because when you’re around, things don’t seem so bad.
Don your bloody aprons
And scrub away today’s bad news
A lonely twenty-something
I’ve got so much to lose
Struggling to keep on top
of everything in my own life
I swear to god I’ve never been
So scared in my entire life
You’ve been living so fast
That the past is a blur
And you can’t see what you’ve become,
Memory so bad that it seems absurd
But you still claim you’re having fun,
Drowned in gin with a mile-wide grin
Singing songs with all your friends,
And as much as I know that I need to move home
I’m so scared for this to end.
Cut me up
My heads a mess
My nose is bleeding
And I’m sick of these pains in my chest
Recently I’ve learnt
I don’t deal well with stress
As long as you tried your best.
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Son of a Speecherman
03:42
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I write speeches just to make my parents cry
Is that a tear I see reflected in my older brother's eye?
I know you feel it too
I know you feel it too
When the speeches come as songs they sound like an elaborate lie
And my brother and my mother and my lover ask me why
Oh why don't you write a happy song for me
You sing the words, I'll tap a beat
And I will write the melody
I know you'd sing it too
I know you'd sing it too
I know you feel it too
I know you feel it too
I know I know
I Tweet hyperbole and convince my friends
That I would like to die
I'm just lucky that I never had the stones to try
Try to forget
The bad that stuck to you
Try to move on
And do something brand new
I know you'd do it too
I know you'd do it too
I know you feel it too
I know you feel it too
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Holy Smokes
03:05
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Touch wood
We’re good
Don’t sweat
Understood
Drain blood
Swallow mud
I did everything I could
Promise all
Watch you fall
On the brink
Then I stall
Curveball
Curtain call
All it meant was fuck all.
Holy shit
I never saw it playing out like this
Life is a bitch
Tarantino couldn’t write this shit
Holy smokes
On the brink of tears laughing just like it’s a joke
Stoned and broke
Fucked up avoiding home, even though I should be stoked.
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