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Xanax
02:33
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Theres all these doors but my keys just break
I don't want to go back to the fighting
I wish we were as close as we used to be
Throw that snowball at the moose
dream about being line leader
and mom packing snack packs and apple juice
Now its all about xanax bars and your fucking lines of coke
I remember Saturdays, we'd wake up and we would watch cartoons.
We used to sleep thought the days
now your not here and my ears keep ringing
the apartments not a mess anymore
just filled with broken strings on the floor
I don't remember saying bye
lets just take some more and say goodnight
I don't want to feel anymore
Now its all about xanax bars and your fucking lines of coke
I remember Saturdays, we'd wake up and we would watch cartoons.
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Moon
01:42
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You were a mess, back then and you said to me
I only wish you knew the pull the moon had on your skin
everyday were swimming in a heat drenched haze we spoke to soon
you spoke too soon.
Oh the fights, oh the fights
I knew so well it'd shake the sheets all night and day.
The storm hasn't quite left yet,
and I'm still waiting to hear from you one day.
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My Favorite Place
01:48
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Step out because somethings missing
Its yellow outside, and I cant remember where I left my sense of humor.
I found myself walking around
my headphones in, and I'm lost n stumbled upon my favorite place
do you want to see it someday
lets grab a beer and cigarettes and sit and forget about today.
What does that say, about today
The last time the sky looked this way,
It wasnt anything worth talking about.
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Voodoo Dreams
02:11
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It sure is weird waking up today,
bad decisions make me feel more alive and I like it that way
I saw you over my shoulder as I was biking to class
stabbing kryptonite needles into your voodoo doll right as I passed.
It sure was weird walking up to you today,
you said you felt more alive, and thats the last thing I expected you to say
you saw me over your shoulder as you were walking to work
I was stabbing kryptonite needles into your voodoo doll right as you passed.
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