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Step one:
You're gonna run, you're gonna trip, you're gonna fall.
You're gonna run, you're gonna trip, you're gonna fall on your face.
Step two:
Lick your wounds, tie your shoes, cuz you're gonna wake up and do it better on the next day.
Step three:
When you breathe is it moving in your lungs? Is it writhing in your guts?
Do you want it bad enough? I think you want it bad enough.
I swear it gets better than this.
I swear it gets better than this.
Step four:
There's a door when you go outside.
Gotta watch your step, gotta keep your own pace.
There's glass underneath but ya got strong feet, and even if you bleed it just means you're alive.
Step five:
Do your best not to die cold, sad, and alone cuz we need you for the big fight.
Step five:
Do your best not to die cold, sad, and alone cuz we need you right here.
I swear it gets better than this.
I swear it gets better than this.
I swear it gets better than this.
I swear it gets better than this.
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Sucker
01:45
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This is a phone call overdue
This is a rotting hole in your tooth
These are the pipes leaking under the floor
This is a problem that I shouldn't ignore anymore
These are your dreams set to self-destruct
And then we'll blame it only on bad luck
The asphalt here is rough, but if I'm being honest I enjoy the walk
And I'm a sucker for a sad song
I'm a sucker for a sad song
I'm a sucker for a sad song
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3. |
Tony Hawk's Pro Dater
02:24
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Sing me the skateboard suicide serenade
Let's take a skate lamp, skinned knee promenade
Call it a car crash French kiss first date
Blood on the asphalt, alcohol evaporates
I'm trying to be human, but you'll have to meet me halfway
Gravity hates my guts
I'm out of bones to break
I can't skate
You can't skate
Let's make out and play video games
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All year there's been a bird in the street
Not a nest on the asphalt or cross on the curb
She is songless and still on the earth
When does the body stop being a bird?
Spider climbs the front porch light
To dine the night your best friend dies
She hangs there from a silk line
To guide the lost into the afterlife
I wanna find new constellations
So we can name them after our pets
So when we're lonely we just lift our heads
All year there's been a wreath
At the southwest end of E North St
Pink white and green
To mark the place your last breath left your body
Grief is a sweater in March when it's hot
But you won't take it off
Until it shreds at the end of the road
In case somebody knows just where you are on the earth
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