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Get me off of this medicine
Get me out of the way
Get me off of this medicine
Get me out of the way
All of my friends are dominoes
All of my friends were betrayed
Get me off of this medicine
push me into the grave
And the stars blew up my home
And the fear stuck on my clothes
So no one weeps for the endless rot
No one weeps for today
All at once I came to see
the city walls fall over me
It scraps me up with broken hands
Just old enough to understand
Get me off of this medicine
push me out of the way
Get me off of this medicine
push me out of the way
On the only road back home
The dogs exposed my bones
So no one weeps for we have no water
No one weeps for today
Get me off of this medicine
Get me out of the way
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No one wants to forgive you for your crimes
No one asked for a second of your time
No one wants to forget you more than I
Ain’t it cruel how we have to live our lives
No one walks No one cares to leave
No one calls you on the phone to see
I would love to regret how hard I try
There's so much that you hold that won't survive
All at once someone comes to eat your fries
And the scope of your world is compromised
No one walks No one cares to leave
No one calls No one comes to see
No one holds you down till you can't breathe
No one has to know what I don't need
No one tries to comfort while you seethe
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Speak words that I wanna hear
Whisper them in my ear
Tell me what your gonna do
Even if it isn’t true
Take me by the hand tonight
Fold me up inside your lies
Tell me all your alibis
Tell me what you need this time
Don’t be holding all the stones
Tell me where I don’t belong
Sweetness in the air tonight
Feeling like it isn’t right
Hold you til you fall asleep
Reading til your hands are blue
Crying to your momma to
Nurse you till you level off
Tell me that you need it all
Tell me that you need it all
Wonder if it’s only you
Cause everything’s about you
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One look a smile
a rock on the pile
A hook a line
Two fingers down your spine
a smoke a sleeve
Too hungry to believe
A rook a queen
Old vice magazines
A grip a slide
A knuckle in your pie
A tease a flash
A smooth piece of glass
A tear a smear
The loneliness that you fear
A shiver in the night
You hope you’re gonna do it right
A strap an arm
A wish to give you harm
A chain with a charm
You forget for a moment
A look a laugh
Do you need to take a bath?
A flake a crumb
Is he ever gonna give you some?
A step a beat
The pants around your feet
A gasp a slide
You need money for a ride?
A splash of lime
A delicious kind of crime
You hear about it all the time
So much colder then you’re used to
A bop some hash
A sentimental piece of trash
Didn't think he would find your stash
And not regret a single moment
A harmony
A tiny little christmas tree
A place where you go to pee
Without your neighbours hearing trouble
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Cop Shoot Plagiarist Cop
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Kill a billionaire everyday of your life
Kill a billionaire everyday of your life
It’ll make the whole world smile
And life will be worthwhile
Just kill a billionaire everyday of your life
Kill a billionaire everyday of your life
And be free from all this strife
You just have to take this knife
And find them in their homes
And where they go alone
And what they eat and drink
And what their parents think
And where their children sleep
And where they cross the street
And who drives their cars at night
And where they park their flights
And what they feed their dogs
The streets they like to jog
And their overseas accounts
the events that they announce
And shows that they attend
And who they call their friends
And where their winter ends
In the world that they pretend
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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