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Play The Fool
03:51
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Play The Fool 270/145 BPM
[Verse]
I swear you've heard me bitch a 1000 times before
I just thought id let you know that hating you's a bore
Make no mistake
I hope you're doing great
Your heart is theirs to break
You could say that I relate
I often wonder how we couldve got this far
But Its not like me to try and raise the bar
Make no mistake
I hope you're doing great
Your heart is theirs to break
You could say that I relate
[Chorus]
Look at me now
Just thinking of you
But Ive got nothing to say
Just playing the fool
Once again I think you've got the best of me
My eyes are open now, but I cant fucking see
Make no mistake
I hope you're doing great
Your heart is theirs to break
You could say that I relate
Just when I think that things are in the clear
You strike again, now im crying in my beer
Make no mistake
I hope you're doing great
Your heart is theirs to break
You could say that I relate
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2. |
Anti-Social Summer
03:50
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Anti Social Summer
(Verse)
100 days - living in this hell
100 more - I wont be doing well
Its so hard to love the things I've got
Nothing to do - but keep on smoking pot
Listen up - I wanna see your face
For just a moment - to leave this fucking place
When all is well - and well is fucking good
We're getting high and living like we should
(Pre Chorus)
One day this will fade
All this shit will go away
Sometimes I like
To see my friends
(Chorus)
Anti Social Summer
(Verse)
It was cool - to sleep all fucking day
A break from work - And lots of time to play
But I might - lose my fucking mind
No more TV - And no more weed to grind
I know im lucky - Cause others got it worse
Thats why Im home - I dont spread the curse
Maybe now - you'll use your fucking brain
So I can go out - before I go insane
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Quarter-Life Crisis
04:08
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Quarter Life Crisis 180 BPM
(Verse)
I am undead - I guess ill fucking try again
A rotting corpse - Just dying for a friend
Broken Bones - And nothing left inside
Our dead generation - Is barely scraping by
So why the fuck - should I pretend to give a shit
Outta luck - I guess ill fuckin live with it
What do ya do when everybody's moving on
One by one - everybody's fucking gone
(Pre chorus)
Raise your hand if you've got no fucking money
Raise your hand if you hate your fucking life
Raise your hand if you dont know what you're doing
(Chorus)
Quarter Life Crisis
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