And here where the suburbs are no better than the
i remember just how it used to be when the
Respect's given where it's fucking due.
And I'll tip my
Eye to eye, ill keep my composure
Hands shaking and these
6 months from the day I wrote any of these
Broken knuckles- Bleeding Foreheads
Shirt collars I’m still grabbing
Accusati
I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words, those compelling
And what the fuck do I know? But broken hearts,
Hello you fuckers, you assholes, you social rejects
I hope you
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