Just let me rest in rain-water-filled ashtrays in
All the places we have never been
Yeah I don't have cash for that, just another thing I'll ways lack
Some are born with a stage-name
And some live and die in vein
Now everything I write just sounds cliché, like I'm running out of things to say
And I'm the only one to blame
Who gives a fuck if we fail?
Never thought this would sell well anyway
Who gives a fuck if we fail?
We don't stay long
We leave right away
We don't stay long
Try to be a better person every-other payday
8 hours to go
4 feet of snow
And it's 40 below
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