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Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday You don't mean it But it hurts like hell My brain says I'm recieving pain A lack of oxygen From my life support My iron lung We're too young to fall asleep To cynical to speak We are losing it Can't you tell? We scratch our eternal itch A twentieth century bitch And we are grateful for Our iron lung The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon Suck, suck your teenage thumb Toilet trained and dumb When the power runs out We'll just hum This, this is our new song Just like the last one A total waste of time My iron lung The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon - |
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| 2. |
| 3:19 |
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Bummed out again by your only business friend
The smell of fear is thicker than you think Don't do it, don't jump Changed shape to fit, in the end you just feel sick A million love songs under anaesthetic Hey don't do it, don't jump Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really mattered We never noticed, we never understood He just get crushed to fit, he never even smelt out the best It's the best, it's the best day of your life Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really matters No, I swear, I swear, I swear Oh, mistreated, a low corporate Mistreated, a low corporate I don't wanna to talk about it I don't wanna to talk about it I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis |
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| 3. |
| 2:48 |
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the easiest way to sleep at night is to
carry on believing that i don't exist the easiest way to sell your soul is to carry on believing that we don't exist it must be hard with your head on backwards. |
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| 1:44 |
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i must get out once in a while
everything is starting to die the dust settles the worms dig the spiders crawl over the bed i must get out once in a while i eat all day and i now i am fat yesterday's meal is hugging the plate you never wash up after yourself |
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