Cyanide Breathmint |
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Cyanide Breathmint Lyrics |
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 Definitely this is the wrong place to be There`s blood on the futon There`s a kid drinking` fire Going` down to the sea They`ve got people to meet Shaking hands with themselves Looking` out for themselves When they ask you credit You give them a branch When they want to get it You chew on the grass I know, I know `Cause they told me to tell you There`s nothing to tell you There`s nothing to sell you In the afternoon Riding the scapegoat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool of your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They`ve got plastic in the afterlife When they want you to cry Leap up into the sky When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you`ll fly I know, I know It`s the positive people Running from their time |
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