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All your friends they are lining up to tell you
you are nothing but a hopeless piece of shit
and when you die you’ll be lucky if they even dig a hole
and not just throw you in the streets
for the dogs and rats after all the hobos steal your clothes
and loose change, and we’ve ransacked your apartment looking for dvds
I can tell you cause I like you that we’re
all just waiting for the day you die
Here’s a plan, you should hide your face, I’ll help you,
here’s a paper bag it’s already got 3 holes
All your friends have an office wager on just how much poison
they can give you until you notice you’ve been poisoned
All your friends you can tell that they’re good people
cause they rarely try to stab you in the face
and all your friends didn’t choke you in your bed last night
even though there’s nothing more we’d like to do
All your friends they are lining up around the block
to claim the best stones that are the perfect throwing size
and when the day comes that you’re buried to your neck
or chin is the day you’ll see just good we can aim
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Handful of dead seeds
05:35
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I want to give it up
all up to someone else
and feel it in my bones
and feel it in my bones
There’s a sign on my street that tells where to stop
and where to turn away from here
Every morning I see a face no one can harm
and eyes so full of sorrow, but no ones home with me
Every morning I see a field without a crop
an empty space on a table
Somethings gotta stop
I want to lay on that beach and feel the spray and sand
and hold her tiny bones in my shaking hands again
It’s a terrible dream that I see around the clock
in a bathtub in a hotel somewhere
I never want to see that place again
In your lover’s arms is your a second child
Who you pretend you want
The one who never smiles at you
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it’s a cold winter’s breath that you feel in you now
with the wet snow at the back of your heal
When you crawl up the banks to make way for the plow
and it’s siren is the only sound that’s real
There’s no reason to laugh but you do anyhow
not much reason left anywhere
you don’t hear their shouting
and you don’t hear their calls
And you don’t fear their dogs on your trail
you slide down the hill and you run past the crowd
and the night wind freezes to your hair
It’s the dirt on your nighty
it’s the salt in your blood
It’s your bare hands clutching to your gown
And you run past the street lights and you trip and you fall
leave a six inch gash on your head
And the forest gets fuzzy as you lay on the ground
and you can’t seem to raise from your bed
Theres a shaking in your belly
and your mouth it gets dry
with the old stench of death everywhere
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put your weight upon the wheel
Keep your eyes upon the road
put your hands where I can see em’
take me where I need to go
X2
I don’t like this new look on your face at all
This ain’t the road that takes me to my place
don’t try to take me away for the night I’m alone
I just wanted a ride back to my home
put your weight upon the wheel
Keep your eyes upon the road
put your hands where I can see em’
take me where I need to go
X2
I don’t want to look at the ocean at night
I don’t need this wandering hand gripping my thigh
I don’t carry a gun and I’m not very strong
I want you to know just how you’re wrong
I don’t like this new look on your face at all
This ain’t the road that takes me to my place
don’t try to take me away for the night I’m alone
I just wanted a ride back to my home
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I know a place where it’s
so full of love and shit
Before you can say it I’m gonna take you take you take you there
I gotta formula
I gotta formula
I gotta formula for turning you on
I know a place where you
can find something to do
before it can bore you I’m gonna gonna gonna move you
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Oh Hey
What are we gonna do now?
Oh Hey
What are we gonna do?
Ohey
What are we gonna do now?
With our fingers in the dark side of the room
Oh Hey
Wut are we gunna do now?
Uh Oh hey
Wat r we gon do?
O Hai
What are gonna do now?
Stickin’ things into things both bad and good
Oh hey
what are we gonna do now?
Oh Hey
What are we gonns do?
Oh Hey
What are we gonna do now momma?
when your wisdom’s from a factory in nepal
Oh Hay
What are we gonna do now?
Oh Hi
What re we gummo do?
Oh Hy
What are we gonna do today big shot?
You knock me senseless while your nose points to the sun
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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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