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fRENDS
06:03
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fRENDS
Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod they look so young.
Hair slick paste stick, faces bloated from the sun.
I've seen them on screens with me, they've been dead since 164961
Frame hanging overhead – hand hovering over shoulder.
A line, it was a line, writ with fate.
A line, it was a line, delivered too late,
but you're my friends
We don't talk anymore since I stopped taking his calls
We don't make eye contact no lens in the glasses no contact at all
We don't laugh anymore since the one where you swallowed a tennis ball
“If he knew it'd be used for his missing poster, he would have retaken the selfie”
A line, it was a line delivered too late
Align, stars align, writ with fate
And you're my friends
I've made my bed now there's a sleeping dog in it
I've made my bed but now theres a dog sleeping in it
Another x on the xmas card list
another ex on the xmas card list
an 86 on the xmas card list
I showed you who I was that one time we were pissed
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2. |
In A Room
02:40
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bLACK hAT
02:58
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bLACK hAT
Cargo absorbant
Borders permeate
What was the peace process for, if not an end to chip pans?
A new killer!
Swimming in white vans
Made your kids scared of plumbers
Made them fear Bob Hoskins
From whispers reticent to affirmations of precident
No one knows what it really is, but we feel like we do
School around the corner gets a new lease
The pan kills another million
Sleepwalking patterns
Sleeping in Walker's packets
Smells like salt and vinegar
Smells like Gary Linekar
The grass stains of shit and shame
It's a question of sport
An answer of spraoi
Back then...
Back then we spoke the Deutcsh at home but no one understood
A familial nod was your only man
Back then we spoke the Deutcsh at home but no one understood
A familial nod was your only man
Shifting and gyrating under a bleached collar
A new breed beholds a new shade of piss
It's a narrowing channel/chapel
Something the same everyday
Hair cut tight so the scars show
A bottled cap, or a forceps clamped,
The results are all the same
It's a line of thought, a train of practice
Leads to pissy tiles and a... well... it's yours
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mY gIRL 2
03:05
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mY gIRL 2
Better drink that hourglass down boy
Sleeper sickle cell is waiting to deploy
Unsure? Cén fá?
Coathanger pressed up to your throat now
What's your insure?
My girl, oh boy
My girl's got a massive cock
It's much bigger than yours
My girl don't like you a lot
Her juice runs clear for sure
My girl's cock is bigger than yours
My girl's dick runs deeper than yours
Better get those iodine tabs in
Black square crushing on your anodyne foreskin
Unsure? Cén fá?
Fog was emminating from a museum basement
What's your insure?
My girl's 4:4
My girl's got a massive cock
It's much bigger than yours
My girl don't like you a lot
Her juice runs clear for sure
My girl's cock is bigger than yours
My girl's dick runs deeper than yours
I'm yours
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