— lullabye

• it’s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers / in the morning, it will all be better / it’s not what it seems in the land of dreams / don’t worry your head, just go to sleep

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— disloyal order of water buffaloes

• doc, there’s a hole where something was
• i’m a loose bolt of a complete machine / what a match, i’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet / so boycott love / detox just to retox / and i’d promise you anything for another shot at life / and perfect boys with their perfect lives / nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy
• all the rookies leave your badge / and your gun on the desk / when you leave the room

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— i don’t care

• say my name and his in the same breath / i dare you to say they taste the same
• i don’t care what you think / as long as it’s about me / the best of us can find happiness in misery
• sweat it out, shut your mouth / free love on the streets, but / in the alley it ain’t that cheap

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— she’s my winona

• life’s just a pace-car on death / only less diligent / and when the two collide / it’s no coincidence
• hell or glory / i don’t want anything in between
• they always bring up how you’ve changed / never the same person when i go to sleep / as when i wake up

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— america’s suitehearts

• why, why, why won’t the world revolve around me?!
• let’s hear it for america’s sweethearts / but i must confess / i’m in love with my own sins
• but i don’t know much about classic cars / but i’ve got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke

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— headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet

• i don’t just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness
• but i will never end up like him / behind my back, i already am / keep a calendar, this way you will always know

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— the (shipped) gold standard

• sometimes i wanna quit this all / and become an accountant now / but i’m no good at math / and besides the dollar is down
• i wanna scream “i love you” from the top of my lungs / but i’m afraid that someone else will hear me / you can only blame your problems on the world for so long / before it all becomes the same old song

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— (coffee’s for closers)

• i’m a mascot for what you’ve become / i love the mayhem more than the love

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— what a catch, donnie

• i got troubled thoughts / and the self-esteem to match / what a catch
• they say the captain goes down with the ship / so, when the world ends / will god go down with it?

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— 27

• if home is where the heart is / then we’re all just fucked
• and i want it so bad i’d shoot the sunshine into my veins / i can’t remember / the good old days
• my mind is a safe / and if i keep it in we all get rich / my body is an orphanage / we take everyone in / doing lines of dust and sweat / off last night’s stage / just to feel like you
• i’ve got a lot of friends who are stars / but some are just black holes

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— tiffany blews

• i’m not a crybaby, i’m the crybaby
• hate me, baby, maybe i’m a piece of art
• oh, baby, you’re a classic / like a little black dress / you’re a faded moon / stuck on a little hot mess
• not the boy i was / the boy i am is just venting, venting / dear gravity, you held me down / in this starless city

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— w.a.m.s.

• i’m a young one / stuck in the thoughts / of an old one’s head
• my head’s in heaven, my soles are in hell / let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips / and get well
• guild me, build me / it’s your club, so let me in / knowing how heartwarming / it is inside your skin

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— 20 dollar nose bleed

• permanent jet lag, please take me back, please take me back / i’m a stray dog sick / please let me in / the mad key’s tripping / singing vows before we exchange smoke rings
• call me mr. benzedrine / but don’t let the doctor / don’t let the doctor in

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— west coast smoker

• don’t feel bad for the suicidal cats / gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right
• oh, hell yes / i’m a nervous wreck / oh, hell yes / the drugs just make me reset / knock once for the father / twice for the son / three times for the holy ghost
• follow the disorganized religion of my head / and we’ll never get through customs / let’s just take off again instead / got my degree in the gutter / my heart broken in the dorms of the ivy league

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— pavlove

• i’m not ready for a handshake with death, no / i’m just such a happy mess, whoa
• i’m the invisible man / who can’t stop staring at the mirror, at the mirror / i want to make you as lonely as me / so you can get, get addicted to this
• it’s three drinks too late to talk to anyone but myself / it’s a three-and-two pitch to walk to anywhere else, no