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KTRX
00:26
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This is a Phish Song
03:19
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Don't want to be frank (it's over)
Don't make this too hard (I'm leaving)
I'll keep the place clean (I'm lying)
Devolve into a mess now (A failure)
Drunk drive and get caught,
That's how I'm coping.
Your eye is healing, and I caught feelings.
But I don't shit where I eat.
Fill me with agony,
And make me think of you and me.
And love notes that I find
They make me unhappy
Call me when you need
Attention unequivocally
And I fall for it every time
I'm a fucking chump.
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It's tuesday morning and you're drunk again.
I can't tell you anything significant.
We're out of money 'cause the work dried up,
That doesn't matter anyhow. Let's buy more beer.
So light another cigarette in your room,
That smell doesn't matter now.
You been smoking since you were a kid,
Nothing can kill you now
I found you on the floor
Face down in your drink.
How's that whiskey taste,
With your thyroid pills?
You're killing yourself quick,
And there's nothing I can do.
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4. |
Fred was Best in TBS
03:38
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My love life's an X-file
File ex under mistrial
Trial version I won't buy
Biding time till I get mine.
Time to go home and mend,
Last call? It's barely ten!
Here's my fair-weather friends,
Watch me lash out at them.
There's a sinkhole in Lakeland,
It's from a shaky foundation.
Or is it flaky frustration?
I don't know, man. I'm wasted.
Fuck I'm alone again,
Knew this would be the end
Feel like an alien.
Breakdown is round the bend.
I'm not a neat object that's meant to be kept.
I'm my own thinking person with needs to be met
I'm much more than my talents, much more than a face.
But all that you saw was a toy and it's place.
You ask what my life's like,
Eek out a weak "fine,"
I cried when my dog died,
Not my DUI.
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Hold it Down, Son!
03:04
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I'm having nightmares again.
Ones where I run scared, constantly aware
That I'm close to dying again.
And from the ashes, once more I shall rise.
I got it scribed on my chest.
Or is it only God who can judge me?
I hope these nightmares won't end.
Mixed drinking for
Mixed feelings from
Mixed signals you send my way.
I'm barking up wrong trees,
Somebody save me.
From fucking up my life,
One step at a time.
I hope these nightmares don't end.
We're all friends
Tripping on the couch and when
We say all this dumb shit I'm
Tearing at my sides.
You can all get fucked.
This trips been fun,
Can't feel my tongue,
Oh shit it's the cops let's run.
I'm smoking up my trees,
de-escalating all of my past misery.
Oh shit I just might think that these nightmares
Have finally come to an end.
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Fuck Your F-150
03:44
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Where did I go
So wrong with you?
I tried my best,
Still not enough.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why aren't you here?
Who are you with?
I'm always let down
I'm never right.
I am the eternal letdown,
I am gonna prove you wrong.
I've been detached
Since August last.
I tried my best,
Still not enough.
Scratch that whole thought,
Don't want to know.
I'm doing fine,
Glad that you asked.
I'm always let down,
I'm never right.
I am the eternal letdown,
I am gonna prove you wrong.
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Callitrice Jensen Beach, Florida
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