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By The Lawrence Arms, i'm mortified
i'm morally antagonized
my door is locked
the shades are down
the
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By The Lawrence Arms, So, I think I know what I'll be doing today.
Passing
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By The Lawrence Arms, I was awake, dreaming about sleeping
And my mistakes, and how
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By The Lawrence Arms, catching up in the basement that i call home.
dismantling
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By The Lawrence Arms, There was a time and a place
That was all full
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By The Lawrence Arms, tired of these drunken evenings
listening to my staggered breathing
nowhere to
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By The Lawrence Arms, walking dead on two burned feet
do you have anything left
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By The Lawrence Arms, A million times a day I try to fail or
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By The Lawrence Arms, The sway and swell
Fill you with her motion
Red gold
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By The Lawrence Arms, What’s that sound?
In the parking lot someone’s getting sick
But the
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By The Lawrence Arms, Take me out to the ballgame.
Throw me down on
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By The Lawrence Arms, it's been twenty thousand days since the best ones
hotels,
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By The Lawrence Arms, A broken record has a thousand answers to countless contradictions.
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By The Lawrence Arms, our trip had ended i didn't know what I had
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By The Lawrence Arms, no more smile and no more outrageapathy pervasive emotions narcolepticno
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By The Lawrence Arms, you tell me that ya wanna go to heavenbut you
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By The Lawrence Arms, bright and burning blue, stretch your arms out above me.
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By The Lawrence Arms, misleading utterings shadow boxer right hook mood swings my endurance
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By The Lawrence Arms, displacement, the basement, isolation commentedrelented six stairs down naked bulb,
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By The Lawrence Arms, hey brother can you spare the time? skin and bones
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By The Lawrence Arms, jackknifed, my strife, take it easy, sit outside. i just
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By The Lawrence Arms, another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teethmorning frost
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By The Lawrence Arms, raindrops fell without rage eyes half-closed skin like dark gray
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By The Lawrence Arms, i work on belmont, but i live in wicker park
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By The Lawrence Arms, the sky burns black blue bruised over these lights from
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By The Lawrence Arms, hey kevin, exploitation's nothing new, it's perfect disguise is your
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By The Lawrence Arms, me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador
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By The Lawrence Arms, drinking deathwish nights can't save this. glasseyed slackjaws scream from
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By The Lawrence Arms, snow piled on tables, up on scales, into bags. latenight
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By The Lawrence Arms, the girls, they don't love us anymore now, because we