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By Trophy Scars, Everyday, I think to myself,
'I must be dead,'
I must be
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By Trophy Scars, Did your mom tell you what the air's about?
Causing all
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By Trophy Scars, This will be the last time that you’ll ever see
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By Trophy Scars, Oh my god!
Let's do this again
Let's do this again, again,
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By Trophy Scars, We’ll cut an album right,
And if these critics want a
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By Trophy Scars, Alright...
Alphabet, Alphabets Are Amazing, Astonishing, Aspiring And Always Aging.
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By Trophy Scars, Like the doctors we wanted to fix your heart
Well, my
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By Trophy Scars, Limb separation; bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate these
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By Trophy Scars, It's calling at the walls in my tiny apartment.
Trying to
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By Trophy Scars, The way you'd close your eyes,
Your lashes against mine.
You used
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By Trophy Scars, Heard about this kid born in Bethlehem
That could heal the
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By Trophy Scars, I swear to god I've only been to three botanicas
A
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By Trophy Scars, Stab the mirror, open it up
Drop down to your knees!
(You're
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By Trophy Scars, Statistically sorry
For the last album we wrote Babababababababababa
Sincerely sorry
For
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By Trophy Scars, The taste of blue skies
Like Frank Sinatra's eyes
And open pools
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By Trophy Scars, it's cold outside
just like fate
it's cold right here
where is your
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By Trophy Scars, She walks into a gas station restroom
She pulls out a
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By Trophy Scars, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
It’s three AM
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By Trophy Scars, Baby
Are you sleeping?
Are you dreaming?
I think you're running
Darling
I'll keep you
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By Trophy Scars, A waltz and a gunfight;
They're typically new.
In typical tune.
A waltz
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By Trophy Scars, Ok, so listen: I like my life a lot
It’s a
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By Trophy Scars, One day we’ll find those verbs and nouns,
And we’ll gun
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By Trophy Scars, I start to notice the same address
But I can't remember
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By Trophy Scars, Give me another halo cause this one has rusted away,
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By Trophy Scars, Limb separation; bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate these
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By Trophy Scars, Someone call a doctor before we go to heaven.
Buddy has
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By Trophy Scars, I pack my bags, yeah
I call a cab, yeah
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By Trophy Scars, The landlord's a cut throat
We've gotta calm down before he