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Drinking Poison
02:40
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My fingers are stained from all the smoke
I've got no money, always broke
Sometimes I feel paralysed
There's no sense behind my eyes
I'm constantly feeling high
Leave me alone
I feel like drinking poison, until I'm sick on myself.
I don't wanna think about the past
I wanna make every day my last
Sometimes I feel petrified
Of looking up at the sky
I don't wanna go outside
Leave me alone
I feel like drinking poison, until I'm sick on myself
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2. |
Mango
02:57
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I don't believe a word you say
A white noise of absolute shit
Please stop talking to me
Because I think I might just lose it
I don't feel free
Stop going on and on and on
Because I don't agree
I'm so, so, so fucking sick
I'm sick to my teeth
I don't feel free
Free.
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Bedhead
02:07
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Tell me I'm okay
Tell me it's all cool
Tell me I'm not gonna lose my mind
Tell me I'm not a fool
Call me a loser
Call me overweight
Your slurs and sounds of hate
Will not determine my fate
Help me sort out my life
Let's settle the score
I'm struggling to sleep at night
Oh, life's such a bore.
Call me a loser
Call me overweight
Your slurs and sounds of hate
Will not determine my fate
la. la. la la la la.
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4. |
Bullfight
02:30
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Woah
Excruciating pain
Woah
It's going in my brain
Get me out of this bullfight
I'm going insane
Get me out of this bullfight
I'm a runaway train
I'm a bull in a china shop
Get out of my way
I will make a mess
If you decide to stay
Woah
You matador scum
My eyes bleed red, like the sun
Get me out of this bullfight
I'm not having fun
Get me out of this bullfight
I'm fucking done
I'm a bull in a china shop
Get out of my way
I will make a mess
If you decide to stay
I'm a bull in a china shop
I'm a bull in a china shop
I'm a bull in a china shop
Get out of my way
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5. |
Church
03:43
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I told you why I hoped you died
Your snake like tongue and heap of lies
An often cry, a lifetime sigh
I wonder why, I wonder why
Why are you still here?
Stuck inside my head
Every single night
When I go to bed
I said I'd shed my skin
Of you and everything
I don't go to church
Because I fucking sin
You made me wish that I had lied
When I said I loved you
I went with what was inside
I love you
Never again
Fuck off
I don't go to church
Because I fucking sin
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Splurge London, UK
SPLURGE
BORN IN THE PUB
Est 2015
TOO LOUD FOR MOST SOUND ENGINEERS
@splurgesabbath
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