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The Methadones This Won T Hurt

beer bottles and records strewn all over the floor rubbing my eyes to the dawn where will I find the strength to carry on? I don't know what to believe

ve crawled out of a tin can [Chorus] I wanna breakout of my head If I can't breakout soon I won't survive from these thoughts eating me up alive I can feel this

dump she would learn to forget thought that she would save the world a spoiled rotten little girl an art school dropout/won't fall in-won't fall out its

of clock punchers just like me and I feel like I'm getting nowhere [Chorus] I'm starting to feel/ a tight grip at the wheel two lanes merging but they won't

love hearing the sound of your voice when you speak I'm really not impressed with your tirade of the week is there a point you're trying to make? won't

In the fallen night Underneath a starry sky Guided by dotted lines, Mile markers and highway signs I'm so far from the city Yet in a way you're here