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Can't hold all of these negative feels
No, can't hold them no more
Put them down and leave them with the others
and maybe
just maybe they'll go away
Take those feels out of my pocket
Drop them on the floor
Take them out of my pocket
My pants can't take the stress anymore
Heart is heavy, but I can't leave that
'cus then I would be no more
Gotta drop all the negative feels
drop 'em like flies and let them hit the...
floor
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Well it ain't no fun 'til there's blood on the sheets
and I'm certain you'd agree.
You must be fuckin' kidding me.
You must be fuckin' fucking with me.
So get to fuck,
and go to Hell.
'Cause I can't take this any more.
Get to fuck,
and go to Hell.
'Cause I can't take this shit any more.
I'll hold your face in glass from time to time
and time again you'll burn me.
Shit, somebody's at the door.
Let's clean this mess, agree to disagree.
So get to fuck,
and go to Hell.
'Cause I can't take this any more.
Get to fuck,
and go to Hell.
'Cause I can't take this shit any more.
Don't dare throw that plate at me
I'll fuck you up and stab you in the eye.
You'll slit my throat and bleed me dry.
Just like last night you'll leave there me to die.
I'll shoot you down,
Then we'll make up.
It never seems quite worth it in the end.
Get down on one knee,
reveal a ring
It seems like it's the end for me.
This is the end for me.
This is the end for me.
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damp lung - KTHX
01:58
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If you were leaving me I'd have to try
To keep that smile off my face
It would be the best news that I'd heard all day
Now pack your shit and stay the Hell away
So listen closely when I say
None of this was intentional
It's just the way that it turned out
Every word I spoke was true
So thank you for releasing me from doubt
Thank you for releasing me from doubt
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I could give you a hundred reasons
To stay away from me
I could give you all a lesson
In why you should leave here
Today
And I could spoil all your friendships
And take them all away
And I could smash your fucking head in
Just to make you stay
I could drink a thousand glasses
To keep you out of reach
I could help you with your troubles
But I don't want to preach
I could give you a hundred reasons
To stay away from me
And I could shout at all the swimmers
But you'd think less of me
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I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
I met your children
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go
You were the first one
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone to far
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