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This bottle speaks to me
more than you did in the the 2 years that we fucked in my old bed.
This bottle speaks to me
it's telling me the lies are not as harmful as we thought they were, so I'll be leaving this country,
I'll leave this dull life, I will invest in stocks, and you will see my big face on TV at night and
every guy will want to be myself, I'll be the master of this game,
I'll bring to life all things are dead,
and you will want me by your side again, by your side again.
This bottle speaks to me
more than you did in the the 2 years that we fucked in my old bed.
This bottle speaks to me
it's telling the time we spent was not as meaningful as we thought it could be,
I'll get a girl in every city,
drive big cars, win every race,
enjoy all things you ever hated, eat the things you never want me to,
I'll be the master of this game,
I'll bring to life all things are dead,
and you will want me by your side again, by your side again.
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The LSD Church
02:57
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The young guy is pissed cause he can’t grow a beard,
the old man hates him cause he still can get laid,
the letters you sent me are tricky and weird,
at least I’ve got something from you.
The grin on her face makes her look like an ape,
the sadness he feels somehow’s cutting his veins,
I never had to throw your coins in the well,
at least I’ve got something from you.
I’ll pray when god tears me away,
until then I will be a motherfucking threat.
You dropped cigarette ashes in my beer can,
and I can’t deny that I loved you since then.
The pimps and the lovers and the mormons are there,
waiting for something to brew.
Crosswords and mine-sweeper’s making my day,
poetry and music is nothing compared.
Airplanes and trains and the taxes we pay
are keeping me away from you.
I’ll pray when god tears me away,
until then I will be a motherfucking threat.
How sad it is to see this land
drowning into the clay.
Smell of semen in hands.
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