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Be proud of your shitty friends, i know i am
Shady lifestyles lead to an understanding
That no matter how low you go and you go pretty low
The trailer lot will break your fall
Hate art like i hate art
Ink speakers with "when i write you, i feel small."
Loved ones, left ones, i know how you feel
Answers leave me notes at my door
Threw up in your front yard last night, forgive me for getting laid
Sorry but it felt right at the time
Gorgeous bottle be mine till you're boring, you're oh so boring
Like everyone i've ever used, fuck you
Hate art like i hate art
Ink speakers with "when i write you, i feel small."
Loved ones, left ones, i don't know how you feel
Answers leave me notes at my door
Stay misread and dismissed, bleed grey in a nation of flakes and flips.
Borderline, every line, i feel like this, lie myself to a false content.
Who cares for chemicals, who cares for excuses
Let this small town bury you in reputation and bad choices

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