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Rock raker
Woke up praying it was just a nightmare That we broke up, had me broke up I was emotional in cups Bringing cuzzy in close for hugs ‘Cause he has to suffer my moods if he wants this buj Patting my back, he was like hush hush He reminded me to stand pat Reminded me…
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Rewounding
Raking over old cuts Cussing out old cunts Looking back they were about funds, fundamentally I was all about do easy, have fun, living faster than the runs Now the nothing I’ve got multiplied amounts to none No amount of stacking zeroes makes dinero appear I can’t be alone tonight Call the guys, buncha Goodfellas…
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God is an edgesoftening sandpaper
Getting faded nodding off of a coner Takes me out like Old Yeller’s owner, Bullet in the Head Festival money makes Zach De La Rocha and Tom Morello more mellow, fewer emotions More oceanside condos, nine door all terrains with built-in floatations Half mile every ten gallons if you’re burning the correct dinosaurs In my…
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Swapshop
Serpents and hellions Thruppence a dalliance Living in that big abandoned palace in Tallaght Pawning Marian medallions I got from Aunt Sally For an Italian meal with Wanda O’Malley.
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IN MY FEELINGS
Cut up like cold cuts Coke brush, Midas touch What my lips touch, what I speak up, becomes a gold rush An old thrush hovering about a hoarfrosted berry bush Used be fast as fuck but enough’s enough Probably ends up my cat’s lunch.
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