1. |
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Wrong turn
Dead end
Slow burn
No friends
Left hand
Hand shake
No need
Pretend
Scissor hand
Hand job
Douchebag
Heart Throb
Can't get it out of my mind
Take a drag
Jet lag
Private jet
Fake bag
Can't get it out of mind
It's so, it's so
Damn cold
In your
Shadow
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2. |
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They say we're worthless
We don't fit their purpose
I’m gonna reach my time
I won’t spend my life
Drinking tide
Reading lies
Believing thieves who wanna see me die
I don't trust my phone
I don't change my mind till I die
The grey world outside is too fried
And I don't leave my home
It’s way too risky
And I don't even care
You're just gonna miss me
And I don't even know
If you can find me
But all I know
I’m at home
They say we're worthless
We don't fit their purpose
They say we're worthless
I say that's perfect!
And I don't leave my home
It’s way too risky
And I don't even care
You're just gonna miss me
And I don't even know
If you can find me
And I don't even know
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3. |
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They got me in a lasso
Pulling tight
I got a way to let go
Got to make it right
Cut me off
Cut it out
Cut me off
Cut it out
Lasso
Pulling tight
Tell em they better let go
Better make it right
Cuz I'm feeling wild
Got to get out tonight.
Split a car Split a pill
Take a ride take a dive
We're just trying to feel alive
There's nothing to see here
We're all dead inside
We're just trying to feel alive
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4. |
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Thrown into the fire right from the start
Pictures of your face, drones
hit them with darts
Dive for the gold
You swimming with sharks
Hit them with a ticket or give’m a charge
Put them in a prison or make them a guard
Make them all stand or take them apart
Take their right hand and stake it
Right to their heart
Take all the news and make it a lie
Kill’em all blues
Sing’em or die
Make’m all bruise
Right in the eyes
Let a small few scrape for the pi
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5. |
Fuck Me Up
01:55
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FUCK ME UP
just another black cloud baby
hanging like another black shroud baby
and I don't even know how baby
yeah I got me a gun
I think I'll put a drum on it
I got me a 45 with a hammer so you know I gotta keep a thumb on it
yeah!
get out, get out, get out, get out
we don't need any heroes
Cages
Holding sorrow
Big rooms
No tomorrow
We don't need any heroes that feed and feed on commas and zeros
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6. |
Trolls
02:42
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I can be the cold shoulder that you wanna cry on
I can be the leather sleeves that you want to die on
I can be the bed of nails that you trust to lie on
I can be the black ice that you wanna slide on
×2 Your computer wants you die
Safe room chat room
At his desk like a statue
Incel vacuum
Punisher tattoo
He wants to waste your time
I can't take these things they make
That I know are fucking fake
×4 Your computer wants you die
Safe room chat room
At his desk like a statue
Incel vacuum
Punisher tattoo
He wants to waste your time
GET OUT!
He wants waste your time
Don't waste your time
Trolls
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