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She's addicted to meat and all the restaurants know
Perky men at the bars, all set up to go
They really want it bad, bringing lies and disease home
They stalk the city at night but that's as far as they'll go
Oh you don't think it out (too bad)
You call her dad
And every second saying she's so mature
She's got a crush on your race, or that's what she said
Til you're driving past midnight, in search of a bed
She'll never let you down
You really want it bad now
On the floor of an old house, cameras on the walls
Oh you don't think it out (too bad)
You call her dad
And every second saying she's so mature
Messed up her back up smooth like iron
Smooth like fire through your brain
Piece together lick and sever
Pierce a heartbeat through the bone
Don't look don't think it's not so bad
If you can't take shots like her dad
And there's no point in saying
You're so mature
Come over here for eyes
Global eyes, terror eyes
Icy eyes, I see more of
Traitor eyes, televised
Mesmerized like all of us
And it's enough that we all know
This will hurt forever
Told you so
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Samantha Hall
04:03
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I miss your dumb one-liners
The old routine is still the best
I miss you more than you should know
I miss you in your messes
Cause all I see now is the ironed you
The showered you, a perfect view
You've grown up into a new world
I'm itching lately, I got the marks to show it
We're still in love with your old song
It's still on, yeah, still on
I've been sulking after classes
Tracing you with my piggy eyes
I'm a world away from the world I knew
Rainsoaked in the corridor, I rushed outside
From my bag of glue for a peek at you
A perfect view
If you're in love then you're a new girl
I'm itching lately, I got the marks to show it
We're still in love with your old song
It's still on, yeah, still on
I'll cry like your son til the phone that you married shakes you
And eats you lazily
The lunch that you stole is a way to impress a shady and skittish
Pervert like me
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Viva Natalia
05:02
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Let's kill the man next door
He screams like hell, he's half-dead anyway
We'll steal his keys and hide the mail
Like he was never there at all
I'm so in love with you
The way you sneer when you hand me the change
слушай хорошая, Ната, Ната, Вива Наталья
пойдем Сладкая, Ната, Ната, красивая девушка
We'll China bus and change our names
Like we were never there at all
If you ever let another one around here
Never let another one around here
I've got a winner here
Been stuck here for a year (Ната, Ната)
One day you'll sleep, I'll fly out west
Like I was never here at all
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All I want is what I got said she
I'll wait until the meters stop then see
I died in ice but you came for me
Sucker on a line but you came for me
Filled me up with blood from the grocery store
Conned on like a mom when she's fading away
Fishes wanting what we gotting til they flap on the boat
Fishes open dancing naked fishes broiled or smoked
We're not killers we're just hungry now have we got a vote
We choke it up
I look around me don't know what I see
Some kind of dizzy deficiency
Her courtesy's murder she wants me to pay
Conned on like a mom when she's fading away
Nothing's impossible this is a good thing
It's fucking terminal, all right? Chop, chop
Fat lips around me, baby's to me some kind of kinki malinki
Fat lips around me, now I have to pay
Conned on like a mom when she's fading away
Conned on like a mom when she's fading away
Conned on like a mom when she's fading away
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Home Invasion
03:51
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When all the world's asleep and dead
Your Polish wife has gotten to bed
And off to dreams of Petoria
My footsteps lighter than her snore
I'll paint a mark across the door
Just they do in Ali Baba
It's just a run of the mill home invasion
I keep moving through the walls, they keep moving on
Six oceans over for a while
mein ovaries I revile the very daylight of you Caroline
These digits grow to be replaced
First they're drawn then they're erased
Spread cross caves like in Ali Baba
It's just a run of the mill home invasion
I keep moving through the walls, they keep moving on
Just a run of the mill home invasion
Then four droogies come to call too late for the alarm
So low that they can't hear us
Say hi and learn to fear us
Hello, hello, hello
It's just a run of the mill home invasion
I keep moving through the walls, they keep moving on
Just a run of the mill home invasion
Got my droogies after all, they keep me moving on
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The Daily Pravda Boston, Massachusetts
Rock music, post everything. Set in Boston and sometimes the West. Q: Glam without the glitter? A: Seventies without the
beards. We play both kinds of music. There's nothing else to do.
Influenced by the New Romantic Post-Punk family tree (Suede, Echo and the Bunnymen, Smiths, Psychedelic Furs), American indie (Pixies, Sunny Day Real Estate), and glam classics like Bowie and Queen.
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