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Open positions, and sing songs of love.
Then repent against yourself,
And swallow your own foot.
It stinks like fermentation and I know it's your brain,
Because it's just like the past,
Which I cannot forget.
It's just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like... no.
Shallow old rotting stiffs,
That live in some graves.
Perpetuating throw backs,
From said such old graves, old graves.
It's just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like... no.
I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
So I count the tickets, oh I count the tickets.
I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
I count the tickets, I count the tickets.
I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
I count the tickets, I count the tickets.
It's just like
It's just like
It's just like
... Fire.
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- This Is Meant to Hurt You
- Oxeneers or the Lion Sleeps When Its Antelope Go Home
- Like a Virgin
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 65
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 51
- Exclusive Emusic Sampler
- Easter
- Sargent House Sampler
- Fresh Picked Music, Volume 2
- Location Is Everything, Volume 2
- Good Friday
- Take Action Compilation Vol. 6
- Location Is Everything Vol. 2
- Tail Swallower and Dove
- Take Action! Vol. 6
- Like A Virgin EP