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Sobriety is plaguing me, they call this the way that I'm supposed to be. Sometimes I can't find my candy so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of brandy again.
You're out of time and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer.
You're out of tune and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer
No we don't fuck around. 18 pack! I spent my money on a 20 sack, now I'm counting change for a 30 rack but forgot my license so i have to put it back.
You're out of time and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer.
You're out of tune and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer
Welcome to the club we've got beer in the back and heads of deer, they're all mounted on plaques [even got heffewiesen on tap I'm finally home and I'm not coming back] Sobriety is plaguing me there's a time and place but now i have to pee. Please believe that I'm sincere when i say "get me another beer"
You're out of time and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer.
You're out of tune and I'm out of beer. I'll work the pedals, it's your turn to steer
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Sand Castle Kingdom
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Stepping off the floor to find a weightless day a puzzle piece in the wrong box but put away
So many demons did each myself betray another time, another place, but just another day washed away by worry, your sand castle kingdom, by another high tide
The lunar gravity lifts each tear you've cried relief, when your daily function is applied but the answers end from those bags you try and you sweat and wretch and wish you could die
Trapped, tortured in this prison, But there's a stamp on my key, wax paper has a voice, its always calling me, calling me
The lunar gravity lifts each tear you've cried relief, when your daily function is applied but the answers end from those bags you try and you sweat and wretch and wish you could die
Which way to go when all the cardinal points are knives when the choices we've made corner us in our lives but for a moment only, just moment, the beauty catches the eye
The lunar gravity lifts each tear you've cried relief, when your daily function is applied but the answers end from those bags you try and you sweat and wretch and wish you could die
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Marwencol
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Before my world changed i drank to forget then i was jumped, cracked my skull, now i long to remember [I'm] lost in this world, so i'll build my own at one fifth scale in the back of my home
Marwencol is real to me, no one sees the world I see
Marwencol is real to me, my life lived vicariously
I don't play with dolls, i give them life. Elaborate story lines that express my strife. These actors are all the people i know friend and foe in the back of my home.
Marwencol is real to me, no one sees the world I see
Marwencol is real to me, my life lived vicariously
My world is my ow, through the lenses, and I alone call the shots, I am god, my god I'm god the creator, I'm god in women's shoes
Escape to Marwencol: in this harsh world, I took the fall
Escape to Marwencol: where i can be myself, where i can stand tall Escape to Marwencol I am general of it all
Escape to Marwencol: my world is my own
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