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i get along too good
03:14
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I don't get that mad, even if I should
Darlin', I can't help
I get along too good
Oh, it's nothin' just feignin' the brick
We're all compelled to
Say "the chip's not bad"
Buff it out
Well, not much is a big deal
Once you're ground down into sand
Float the wind away
Separate
I don't get that mad, even if I should
Darlin', I can't help
But get along so good
With my disposition
I'm well understood
I don't have to try
I get along too good
When the blood clots up an eye
We just put a leech on and drain it
Clear a line of sight
And stare past
Water-worms are gonna burst one day
And drown us in redness
Every levee se
Vered in two
I don't get that mad, even if I should
Darlin', I can't help
But get along so good
With my disposition
I'm well understood
I don't have to try
I get along too good
Water-worms are gonna burst one day
And drown us in redness
Every levee severed in two
Cause the truth is
I just get real mad, even if I shouldn't
Darlin', I need help
Where most others wouldn't
With my disposition
I'm misunderstood
For how hard I try
I'm not doing too good
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2. |
move (please)
04:41
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Worth is wrapped in home insurance, sales figures are high
Blood doesn't know me, thicker than oil
Drown it in a couple years and hang me out to dry
Blood doesn't own me, thicker than oil
Tape up the mouth, shut my big head out
Often relics I love
You systematically remove
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Stagnant, just a canvas waitin' for a paint supply
Blood doesn't grow me, thicker than oil
Planted in the ground, you push your fingers to the sky
Blood doesn't show me, thicker than oil
Tape up the mouth, shut my big head out
Often relics I love
You systematically remove
Move,
Please move
Please move
Move
Please move
Burn down the fence but save the grass
Roots I can clasp
My crippled hands have been sat on
Mute the alarm
Your unwatchful eyes have settled fast
Fixed on the past
Open my heart to you, new god
Cheap curtain rods
Oh, the black BMW is crashed
The Pinto speeds past
Late for the appointment
If you pull me in and shave my head
I'll move
Move
Move
I'll move
Move
I'll move
I'll move
I'll move
I'll move
I'll move
Move
I'll move
Worth is wrapped in home insurance
Sales figures are high
Blood doesn't know me, thicker than oil
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3. |
indecision
02:39
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I don't care
You can pick the spot
I don't mind
I eat out all the time
Indecision would be the death of us
If we could make the decision would we
We don't care
We won't pick the spot
We don't mind
We eat out all the time
Indecision would be the death of us
If we could make the decision would we
Decided not to wait for my time, I go and get it
Decided I'm impatient, cause it ain't go as intended
Decided I'm incapable, took a break to escape from the pressure raising up
I can't decide on whether I'm brave enough
Call me undecided, I'm evil, but ain't afraid of love
The law is undecided on freedom, there ain't no saving us
Always bloody red around the black spots, ladybugs
Always bloody red around the black spots
Make you think we need a different backdrop
What if a million fans decide this verse relatable
What do I got to lose if I decide to put my faith in a
Imagination of rocking stages across the states abroad
What if a million thoughts in my head tell me I hate it all
And you're worried your strength of will is incompetent
My indecision is less threatening, I'm convinced
Till I become content, had to regain the confidence
And I've been a monster since I guess I learned the consequence of
Indecision would be the death of us
If we could make the decision would we
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Distant memory
You are not what I'd thought you'd be
Over and over you proved unclean
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
They've trimmed your hedge, I see it now
Flower's dead, bodies in ground
Only the wise will open their mouths
Let it flow out
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
Oh, God, why
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
Only the wise will open their mouths
Let it flow out
I can't sleep with you in my yard
I wake with you at my feet
Staring hard
I can't sleep with you in my yard
I wake with you at my feet
Staring hard
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
Oh, God, why
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
Oh, God, why
Open my eyes, I can't recognize
What's goin' on has for years too long
I'm complicit in the lie
Oh, God, why
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5. |
overworked and underpaid
03:22
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Oh, great, what a convenience, it goes through my card
Deliverance through delivery, absolve, add to cart
Baptize or serve, it's nothing but false shame to those opulent communioners
Oh, it's much more than funds, tithing fun in the sun
Wow,
Everything's so easy now take your own car, be your own boss
Oh, thank God I live in my house
Thanks for bringing me my own crown
You're overworked and underpaid, and it's never gonna change
There's no use in trying to fix it up, it will always be the
Same old story we've heard all before
It's fucked, let's blow it up, or burn it down, or just give in and wait it out
Come relax for all time, feel so great, ain't it fine
It's comfier to give in with no waiting in lines, I'll do it for ya
What else can I get ya? More separation, coming right up
Smile, cause it won't drag on, no, your life ain't that long
OH
Everything's so cheap right now, rent your own car, rent your own house
Oh, thank God we figured it out
We'll own nothing and settle down
You're overworked and underpaid, and it's never gonna change
There's no use in trying to fix it up, it will always be the
Same old story we've heard all before
It's fucked, let's blow it up, or burn it down, or just give in and wait it out
You're overworked and underpaid, and it's never gonna change
You're overworked and underpaid, and it's never gonna change
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6. |
quarter-life crisis
04:13
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Quarter of the way done, not too much to show for it
Face cracked up in the sun, that's all I'll get
Quarter of the way done, not too much to show for it
Closer to kingdom come, that's all I'll get
No chance we'll all catch up, oh well, at least I'm not alone
No home
Nothing owned
Only owed
We're all getting older without getting wiser
The way things are looking, we'll never retire
The house and the kids and the jobs all expired
For us
For us
For us
For us
One year paid medication, next year be still my heart
Hung out to dry just waiting, when is it gonna start
No chance we'll all catch up, oh well, at least I'm not alone
No home
Nothing owned
Only owed
We're all getting older without getting wiser
The way things are looking, we'll never retire
The house and the kids and the jobs all expired
For us
For us
For us
For us
For us
For us
For us
No chance we'll all catch up, oh well, at least I'm not alone
No chance we'll all catch up, oh well, at least I'm not alone
No home
Nothing owned
We're all getting older without getting wiser
The way things are looking, we'll never retire
The house and the kids and the jobs all expired
For us
For us
What's getting older without getting wiser
The way things are looking, we'll never retire
The house and the kids and the jobs all expired
For us
For us
For us
For us
For us
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7. |
six years gone
03:59
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It wasn't over, least I thought it wasn't, we never got to finish up
You had to sell the old GTO, you never had the chance to fix it
Six years gone, it didn't feel that long
Rest in bone, you lie in your grass home
I always won at "who could hit the softest", before your hands had brittled up
The memories fading, what did you look like, before your body shriveled up
Six years gone, it didn't feel that long
Rest in bone, you lie in your grass home
We moved on, wish you were here, you're not
Rest in bone, you lie in your grass home
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8. |
the worst is yet to come
04:33
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Pick a fight, then pass the buck
Next administration's fuck
Oh well
As we fall in love with hell
It might seem rough, but it's just startin' off
Cause when it looks almost done, total bust, it won't stop
Could just get a gun, pop the landlord, go on the run, start a club
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
Pretend all of this is fun
LARPing with your epic gun
Oh yeah
Burn it all down straight to hell, sure
It might seem rough, but it's just startin' off
Cause when it looks almost done, total bust, it won't stop
Could just get a gun, pop the landlord, go on the run, start a club
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
Oh well
As we fall in love with hell
It might seem rough, but it's just startin' off
Cause when it looks almost done, total bust, it won't stop
Could just get a gun, pop the landlord, go on the run, start a club
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
It might seem rough, but it's just startin' off
Cause when it looks almost done, total bust, it won't stop
Could just get a gun, pop the landlord, go on the run, start a club
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
Kick your feet up, cause the worst is yet to come
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Big Head Denton, Texas
i am a songwriter from texas
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