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Marion
03:42
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backing up at the intersection
two men who look like they could be brothers get out of their cars and they're yellin' at each other
i couldn't spell i couldn't spell asphalt, asphalt
backing up at the intersection
two men who look like they could be brothers get out of their cars and they're yellin' at each other
i couldn't spell i couldn't spell asphalt, asphalt, asphalt
David said, "i hope to see you in the next life"
I said, "I hope to see you there too, David"
backing up at the intersection
two men who look like they could be brothers get out of their cars and they're yellin' at each other
i couldn't spell i couldn't spell i couldn't spell asphalt
David said, "i hope to see you in the next life"
I said, "I hope to see you there too, David"
David
The only time I take my hands off the wheel is to knock on wood
backing up at the intersection
two men who look like they could be brothers get out of their cars and they're yellin' at each other
i couldn't spell i couldn't spell asphalt
David said, "i hope to see you in the next life"
I said, "I hope to see you there too, David"
The only time I take my hands off the wheel is to knock on wood
barkin' up phlegm her pants don't fit right
badminton racket tooth chip
backing up at the intersection
two men who look like they could be brothers get out of their cars and they're yellin' at each other
i couldn't spell i couldn't spell asphalt
David said, "i hope to see you in the next life"
I said, "I hope to see you there too"
??
Marion
Marion don't fall
Marion my guardian angel my guardian angel my guardian angel my guardian angel my guardian angel my
Marion
Marion
my guardian angel my guardian angel my guardian angel
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asphalt asphalt asphalt
David said, "i hope to see you in the next life"
I said, "I hope to see you there too"
The only time i take my hands off the wheel is to knock on wood
barkin' up phlegm her pants don't fit right
Marion
Marion
Tooth chip
my guardian angel my guardian angel my guardian angel
the only time i take my hands off the wheel
the only time i take my hands off the wheel
the only time i take my hands off the wheel
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2. |
Cult of Male Genius
05:51
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think less of me
think less of me
i need ya to think less of me
less of me
less of me
less of me
everybody here
everybody here
please don't offer me a beer
everybody here
everybody here has fucked each other
everybody here
all along
i knew this would happen all along
all along
all along
i knew i knew
all along
all along
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
i'm not gonna join
another cult of male genius
drag your finger inside my cheek
dragged into a wet dream
I'm not gonna join another
cult of male genius
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
i wish i didn't know
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3. |
All Was Beauty Here
03:15
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my nails still tacky
i had to turn the key
i don't know what took over me
he takes three acetaminophen
here's to number four
he stays at the bar past closing
i bet he has the thinnest skin
another man another station
he's walking fast
swingin' his Dasani fumble with the key
I had to do it and that's what frightens me
I had to do it and that's what frightens me
let no one say and say it to your shame
all was beauty here until you came
let no one say and say it to your shame
all was beauty here until you came
are you a good boy?
I'll ask you one more time, tell the truth
are you a good boy?
let no one say and say it to your shame
all was beauty here until you came
let no one say and say it to your shame
all was beauty here until you came
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