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To You
02:24
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I really don't know
Where you're going
Into your grave
Into your grave
You are so bad, wanna make me lose my mind
I try so hard, but I can't quite say it
To you, I want you
But I'm nothing to you
To you
To you
To you
You are so bad
You hate my friends
That awful sound
She tells me she likes me
You are so bad, wanna make me risk it all
I am so hard, could be a wealthy person
To you and only you
Only you
Only you
I would cut my leg off
For you
For you
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2. |
May Day
01:44
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My right eye hurts again
It's raining on this may day again
I'll sleep on the lawn
Crooked eyes and a straight nose
I'm taking off my scattered clothes
Oil drops onto the ground
I never thought you'd be so wrong
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
My friends and I were close
Where they're going I don't know
Oh why can't we jump again?
I never thought I'd be so wrong
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
And I'm counting down the days until I'm gone
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Ashes rough v1
02:24
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You sun yourself, laying in bed
Sunlight in the orchard runs through my head
I'm barely working for my daily bread
I'd rather carve my own gravestone
Than watch you going red in the face
Rather fade away at my own pace
I'm not sure I got what it takes
To go to sleep at night and not wanna get faded away
I'm awake when the sun starts to blaze
I see the lines on your face
Please don't make me pack my suitcase
Rather grow old at my own pace
I'm not sure I have what it takes
Know I'm not another mistake
I think I fell too far back in my place
I'm not sure I've got what it takes
Oh I know I'm fading too fast
Praying I don't run out of gas
All my money turns into ashes
Only make it worse like scratching a rash
Well please don't make me pack my suitcase
Rather grow old at my own pace
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