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Bullets And Octane In The Mouth Of The Young

easy I?m still the same I?m feeling lost and lonely and to blame Don?t worry baby it will all be over Some day Sit and pray I know it?s hopeless but

aint the bottle and sin that you feel I aint your low guilt when you?re alone I aint the gun in the mouth of our young Don?t trust your hate Your lust and

this Well I think you know This is mine now Regret for regret When I arrive Not like them When I?m around And when you?re alone And when you look behind

Be gone by dawn. Last aspiration Fear divides my Pain and pleasure All night long, all night long Over and over tonight All night long, all night long Over and

Wake up and get dressed Check your pulse And tie me in I can?t think With you staring at me I?ll smack that look Right off your face- Line ?em up and

knees again Why?s my everything I do so funny to you Answer me Fall apart on me And the world keeps spinnin? around I gotta handful of pride Gotta head full of brains And