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justinsimoni, yemen, slap them, 1956 in sports, adventure, banco de gaia, george w bush, indie, punchthem, denver art, christopher carley, foundart, arabian, album (music), prince charles,
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soul from punk the quiet Night punk time, gruelling, just punk time to waste Heights they kill me, leave scarring on my face Cos’ I never, ever, ever fall into sleep? And I’ve never ever ever felt so weak Cos’ tears keep falling into my pool Bright lights driving right into me cold My bones keep breaking Tearing me away from the quiet The silence of my soul, of my soul from the quiet I wanna fall down (Repeat x 5) Here Here it comes Creeping up Hold it down Can’t hold it down Hold it down Here it comes Creeping up Get Out Get out Get out Cos I don’t know what you’re about Get out Get out Cos I don’t know what you’re thinking about Something says leave Just leave Cos I don’t like you looking at me I don’t want you here I don’t want you near Cos your face just gives me the fear Blow out Blow out Cos I don’t believe you’re who you are And who you said to me No you’re out Get out I don’t wanna know what your about Get out (Repeat x 8) Out the door Out the door You’ve become an intolerable bore Disappear Disappear Before your voice it brings me to tears Don’t want you here Don’t want you near Cos I think you’re fucking weird Blow out Blow out I can’t stand to see your face I wish you’d go some other place Get out Get out
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