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Lawrence Arms Oh Calcutta

They told me where to go (And I always follow) They told me what to do (I swallowed every drop down) They told me bedtime stories (of how I'd rise above

it seems we're fading kinda fast. like the red brake lights rushing past. this is morning, waking up when you're still at the bar lurking around with

Losing sight of a past time The years fly right by with the drinks It?s morning in this small apartment And I just threw up in the sink. The coke is

i'm sober like a sunday morning mass liars are lying to themselves i'm lost, oh i'm losing everything i'm wasted, i can't keep the night from falling

Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true? Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues? Can we recover from this? I've seen expressions in

Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the ground. the sound of the kick is arousing. the couples

(Hidden Track) It's burning and it's burning, it's burning, a fire inside that i just don't believe some call it anger, some say frustration but i think

Scratch my name into the table, the knife and phone just fucking lay there i hope to say today of routine .... these letters are so old and faded and

I sat with the drunks and the speed freaks and I watched all the drones strolling by. We sat on the street with our beers and our weed and we blew our