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Strangers
01:23
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I've thought about it in time, and time and time again.
Pushing myself to the furthest limits.
Do I mean the things I say?
Am I getting carried away?
I know it's not a joke, but say it if you mean it.
Corrupted by normality,
Blurred visions in my reality,
Oh, when will it end?
The cycle perpetuates.
Everyone would get a little far from where we are,
Just like I'm some kind of mistake.
The promises I've kept,
The people that I've left,
Will be the ones to help me dig my grave.
In a way I'm numb, so I'm nothing.
Close my eyes for what the future brings.
In a way I'm nothing, but don't call me that.
Feel my being separate; mind dissipates.
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One Bar of Xanax
00:53
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My stomach sinks,
When I think, and I lose all appetite.
You’re the reason why,
I could never sleep quite at night.
You managed to bring everything down and it continues,
Pounds to lose, brain cells, since you always seem to...
(Talk.)
You're every excuse
For why I never fall asleep at night.
And all of the drugs I tried.
Everything I called my own I gave to you in one way or another,
Sanity, animosity, a feeling I've depleted that I'll never recover.
Give it away, give it away, give it away,
In one day it may come back again.
But with nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say,
I’m lost, (I'm lost)
You’re blind, (You're blind)
When we’re together we’re wasting our time.
I think we'll talk later.
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Your Neighbors
01:08
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Institutionalized racism is running as fast as you can sprint.
Covered up and gentrified, force-fed through media selling lies.
Your mayor will try to warn you to stay at home after dark,
For legalized home invasions brought to you by a police nation.
"Well you should know that they don’t have it that hard,
All those welfare checks and E.B.T. are ruining society.”
Find out what’s the issue,
And it’s in the streets, it’s in the streets.
We think they look suspicious,
So call the police, call the police.
Violate their rights, hope they get out of line.
Bonus pay, name in a page, because you stand for justice, right?
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lovechild Boston, Massachusetts
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