1. |
Sick of the Suck
03:17
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I am not sure how we happened Im just so glad
You’re my sunshine, my best friend
Last night we got so drunk
Talked of fucking up
Those rich boys moving in
With their soft dicks and shaved skin
Yeah the ones who raise our rent
Nice car ya fuck
So down on luck
Sometimes it’s just so hard
To make art
work some shit jobs with our friend
Yeah it feels like
We’re just fucking humps
But at least we have passion
So down on luck
So sick of the suck
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2. |
Most of All
03:07
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Megan, what does it mean
To be a friend to someone new
What does it say
When daylight comes
I’m still with you
Can one change
Am I changing
Am I changing
You know I’m sure
I’ll try for you
I hope the months before the fall
Give us life and bring resolve
And I want you most of all
You have all you need
I can’t believe
A life so full
And you still want me
Megan, what does it mean?
To be a friend
With love so new
I know the past does not dissolve
Although, there's lost we find resolve
And I want you most of all
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3. |
Love You So
03:58
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As the sun comes again
He takes his time
He’s a has been
He wipes the sleep from his eyes
No friends No surprise
He’s so detached
He’s always in his head
All the words I have said
He’ll misread
Take your time
And think it through
Your friends are here
They’ll wait for you
Just know we love you so
And we’ll always be there for you
Another day no consistency
No way to recognize feelings
He can’t see nothing new
That’s waiting just for you
As if the world’ss just there to distract
He’s always in his head
All the words you have said
Lack meaning
Take a breath
To present time
We can talk some shit
Or take a hit off mine
we love you so
And we will always be there for you
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4. |
Beautiful Day
03:14
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Have you seen the sun
What a beautiful day
How am I doing?
Oh me, I’m doing fucking great
Have you seen the man
He’s got it made
He’s got clothes from around the world
by a child slave
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Oh you don’t know them
I think you should
They’ve got a thousand pictures
Doing everything you think is good
Do you see world
going up in flames
I bike to the bar and have a reusable mug
But how the fuck am I to blame
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
Nah nah nah lala
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