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Fuck Sand
03:45
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Hello it's nice to meet you
It's been 20 years
Behind the face of a martyr your pills hiding the face we fear
It doesn’t sound right does it?
Put your hands in my pocket
Breathe out
It doesn’t feel right feeling nothing
We’re feeling nothing
We’re feeling nothing
Let's never forget our hearts are the size of a small fist
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And I choke being in my skin
This anxiety it chokes me
But in your eyes I am OK
I wear it underneath my skin
That I can shed within my dreams
When I
Think about it I scream my name
And point it out till I can’t complain that I
Can’t see anything remain of what I thought I had that stayed the same
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We'll all be photographs some day
Hopefully
One day I'm going to be in someone’s album
Hopefully
And will they wonder what I was really like
Hopefully
What I was really like
A drunken son of a bitch a fucking bastard
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Play the Laptop Goat
02:27
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This is lunacy we are burning in fire
We made from the sparks we trapped in our eyes
If we keep breathing in the fumes from our pire
Our funeral will hold strong trapping these lies
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No matter how loud you said it
This senselessness adds to the mess
We put it all on
We put it all on
We put it all on
We put it all on
Make me your shadow
Make me your ghost
Don't pray for me
These headaches
Speak louder than words ever could
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You ARE from Feilding
01:28
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I'm not your enemy
I am falling down
Next to your body
Another yes you'll see
To the question how
Are we so lucky
Bathing in apathy
Soaking in the blood
Of our own disease
Choking on empathy
Biting on my tongue
Hoping that it bleeds
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I have been thinking about this lately
Am I an asshole? Probably, you made me
Push away further so I can breath
To contemplate freely
Whether to believe
A word you say and my reaction to it
I'll say another lie, "yeah I'm ok, I am cool with it
Your life is ok, its great and I am happy for you"
But I am lying so from me to you
I am an asshole
And I truly believe this
I am happier being this way and not giving a shit
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She looked at me and i licked that face
I won't apologise
I never cashed in
16 cheap wine by the clothes line
Passed out under the ketamine
There are cocktails by the swimming pool
Little Paddy's going over it feels so right
I'm not the one who thinks this feeling's right
It's right
Fuck Off my dear
I'm holding on to nothing
Fuck off my friend
Joe's punching holes into the ceiling
Joe's punching holes into the ceiling
Joe's punching holes into the ceiling
Joe's punching holes into the ceiling
I'm not the one who thinks this feeling's right
It's right
I can hear it in the rust and the sound of the fear
That went up with the bottle and went down with the beer
Am I man enough? Will I ever know?
This is all we have to have to hold on to
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Churlington New Zealand
We are Churlington, We were two, we are now five...We are guitar, bass and drums...We record in Bunnythorpe...We record in Gordons room...We are Churlington
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