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Jawbreaker 24 Hour Revenge Therapy

I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as night. Climbed out on to my roof

I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friends will clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't bother

A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "This is Jennings, your

All of the neighbors decided: It's time to have all our strangers over and make friends. Chris got a pony keg of loose charm. I had an accident. I hurt

Free, alone. The predawn white light's coming on. Bottle on the night stand. I count disasters on my free hand now. Run for cover there's a big one coming

I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just stared back. Broken, trainless and black as night. Climbed out onto my roof.

Sleeping off the last five years takes another five. Recovery in lieu of being here right now. When I throw myself at your feet, You know it's to be

A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "This is Jennings, your

I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friends will clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't bother