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| 3:54 | 
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good friends with bad habits,
what am I to do? they're literary romantics, they fuck like wilde, and indulge like hemingway. i've good friends with bad habits and a tendency towards negligence. just petty thieves and addicts, that don't hurt anyone but they'll burn anyway. well sometimes, like every time a train passes, i get jealous of the long nights, and blurred lights, the red eyes, the bar fights. where in the hell am i? and how did i get here? and which way to the nearest train? well sometimes, like every time she breathes, i embrace my routine. i've good friends with bad habits. what am i to do? they're literary romantics, they'll fuck like wilde, and die like hemingway. |
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| 3. |
| 2:48 |
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| 4:43 |
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| 3:41 |
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| 4:30 |
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| 3:35 |
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| 4:06 |
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| 2:56 |
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The lightening in this room
Doesn't do a thing for you and your complexion I'm sorry but it's the truth You look like the goddamn living dead But honestly I don't care How you do or don't your hair You're ugly on the inside The makeup that you use to catch some eyes And hide your imperfections Does little to conceal An ego that's been bruised many times But you've left it at home With your underwear But honestly I don't mind Who you do or don't today You're still ugly on the inside You've got time to change Now go ahead and drink those drinks Drunk again Someone will drive you home |
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| 4:13 |
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