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You want to cause me death,
When you are acting that way
I m wrapped around your fingertips,
I beg you just stay
I d always thought that we were two of a kind
But no we are not, now you can kiss my behind

Oh- you know I cried, but now I d rather die
Than be with you again
I always tried, but now I ve realized
I won t go through this again

Believe it or not, but
I m still alive
You re feeding off my blood
Just like a kick in the eye
Everytime you hurt me,
I lie helpless for a day
I try to stand up but you re in my way

Everytime you hurt me,
I lie helpless for a day
I try to stand up but you re in my way

You know I cried, but now I d rather die
Than be with you again I always tried, but now
I ve realized I won t go through this again


Bitch, you know I cried, but now I d rather die
Than be with you again I always tried, but now
I ve realized I won t go through this again

I m going nowhere and I m going to take my time
all the questions in the world I can leave in my mind
I m waiting on the sunshine
the sunshine

I m waiting for answers
I m waiting to figure it out...

It gives me great pleasure to welcome you to indigo monday s tonight
I d like to take this time to introduce to you a great young man from chicago land
So without any futher adue put your drinks down
And give a warm round of applause...

I m tongue tied
waiting
hoping
and praying
lying
beside you
longing
to touch you

but this feels like the end

so tired
we are
drifting
too far
eyes closed
tightly
thinking

Untitled track five

We are in tune with old, now feel-feel it.
Feel better supposed to
say it was something new, one by one
(all we are is no one)
This won t mean a thing.

Were you feeling so sad?
Were you feeling so sad?

I overheard you once, this has on gone before.
kinda like the way you move...

Matando gueros

Gabachos nos usan pa limpiar sus culos
Nos tratan como mierda de puerco
Tengan huevos y sean hombres
Un pinche viaje al norte

Siglos pasan y nuestra raza se jode
Cabrones gabachos, nos dan verga y miada
Forzados a la pobreza,
Somos...