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Bullets To Broadway
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Paychecks
Wasted, wasted A day's gone by Waking up tired Paycheck for the time
Here's to feeling stable With all your cards on the table Wake up, there's no last chance Here's to acceptance
As the skin clings tightly to my back I'm going nowhere fast Leaving soon with a handful of regrets
Tasted, tasted Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The smoothest skin Waking up nauseous From my own rhetoric
Here's to pissing on all fours While sparing time until the last call Face down in my own mess Here's to acceptance
As the skin peels slowly from my back I'm going nowhere fast I'm tied down to an anchor in the past Lying still with a mouthful of regrets
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