| Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home
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| I’ll stop the world, cause this plan is slow
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| Wait across the street in the parking lot
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| The tree is dead, the front door is locked
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| The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled
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| Grabbed us by the throat, then I choked and stumbled
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| This will never work, this will never work
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| Check my pulse as I swallow dirt
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| I’m cutting myself with my own morals
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| I never meant to write about you
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| (I never meant to write about you)
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| The one contact that I loved so much
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| But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?
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| Do you think about your actions?
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| Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
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| Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
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| Oh, the dullness of existence
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| Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
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| Oh, the dullness of existence
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| I’m dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight
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| And I have no sympathy for this
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| He needs somebody else to leech off of
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| (Somebody else to leech off of)
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| The one contact that I loved so much
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| But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?
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| Do you think about your actions?
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| Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
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| Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
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| Oh, the dullness of existence
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| Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
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| Oh, the dullness of existence
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| Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter
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| Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter
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| Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter
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| Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter
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| My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can’t forget
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| My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can’t forget
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| My concepts are rested
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| If you’re gonna wear the uniform you better sell the cookies
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| Don’t come to my house asking for a handout
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| If you’re gonna wear the uniform, sell the fucking cookies
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| Don’t come to my house |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Dance Gavin Dance, in the genre Пост-хардкор