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A disgruntled teen, on the verge of graduating high school with a successful lawyer career ahead of him, is fed up with the mundane, and wants to find..
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These genes of disease are resurfacing, inside of me.
Now can I feel Them breathe.
Above sea level, They now torture me.
Do you believe these waves..
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And you've finally reached the end of the line
Drawn back to memories of a better time
Treacherous thoughts of your wasted life
One more breath unt..
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In the key of D
D-A-G
I don't feel at all right here
I just don't quite fit in
No one seems to gets me
And I don't get them
But wary play and..
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Drugs.
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Lyrics, so far.
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We are just a collection of memories.
Of photographs, videos, podcasts, webcams.
Confessionals allow us to open up, which is dangerous.
It allow..
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When we take away what we think is true,
we're left with nothing around.
And our awkward glances bounce off the walls,
and trickle fast to the grou..
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Lie naked on the flood, and let the Messiah go through our souls!
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F**k man.
There should just be forms. Not for any specific delegated rationale or intention. Just for s***s and giggles. And for everything. Ther..
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