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Delta Fosters Bee
03:45
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count the stars there is no way that i can keep my head safe
take it back to the time where making history was a click from third base
is it healthy or a fancy addiction
i can’t help
thinking bout
all your love
i could stop anytime
you know the way to
my weakness
all your curves
theyre stuck on my brain and
i find it funny how we’ve turned it all around
inevitable nosedive down
stay away
i can’t help it i need it
i can’t help it i need it
the epileptic monkey on my back
he taught me turtlenecks can hide the trash
blackened bruises
professionally i don’t do this
eyes rolled back, but my hearts still beating it is
this is what life is, varnish dries on wild skin
zippo flip, the bulls eyes on fire
get out get out get out
i cant help
i cant help thinking about
i cant help
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Arms Length
03:16
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Things With Knees
04:03
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you know it's dangerous drawing analogies, ideas wander
you are the sun, I am the leaves
and still I cut you off at the knees
tallys and beef are all that I keep
overtime aint comin, but my eyes stay keen
lets go now, tell your friends how
this is how I'm made, this is how I'm made
improve the shading of my simple stripes
tell me what to do tell me what to do honey
you know I hate being second best
I'll go now, tell your freinds how
im made this way, im made this way
you know I hate being second best
the company you keep, has a monopoly, on consequence
why should you care if she's different from the rest
give me liberty or give me the heart in your chest
continuously clean, but pandering and mean,
ive seen myself fall off the cliff
but never touch the ravine
let's go now, sell your friends out
oh, I fell off the map
oh, you sure did too
oh, I fell off the map
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I take it
I take it back
I take it that this had better be the last
“Nice guys finish last”, that’s what you always think
But this ain't no race now baby
No need to dust yourself off baby
Dirty is your middle name
And pterodactyls are only bad for your health
When you call them nasty names
Be the lightning be the lift
And ill stay the hypocrit hypogriff
We could be so much better than this
right now, I could be so much better than this
Oh God I’m better than this
Oh God I’m better than this
Its gone its gone too far gone
Don’t trust myself I’m too far away
Help Is on the way
But I’ll be home some day
I take it, I take it
Trust is a base cannot be replaced,
someday we will build but right now the bridge just burns away
I’m scared that I’m not scared
And I’m scared 'cause I should feel something
Buzzing bee, whisper to keep the secrets from us
You imply your honey is sweet
Crystallize the trick and the size
A faker, a cheat, who knew the person inside you was me?
A simple sorry I hope is enough
I forced down your poison when it came back up
Shells hit the bridge destroying our home
But if you bring the mortar, then ill bring the stone
Oh God we’re better than this
Oh God we’re better than this
Flip the switch just to melt the ice
But when it goes up in smoke, the flames will look too nice
We can do better
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Grandpa Loves Rhinos Idaho
Brotherly duo Paul (drums) and Seth (guitar/bass/vocals) Hyde, and their jobs in the Air Force have forced them to live hundreds of miles away from each other, separated by mountains, valleys, and creatures of the deep. Although distance plagues Grandpa Loves Rhinos, their desire to create music burns eternal--GLR creates music in correspondence of a blend of modern rock, pop punk, and emo. ... more
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