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Cold sweats and shower heads leak into the seams of our worst fears and dreads, Momma didn't raise no fool, I'll be good as dead when they finally show Relapse, Relapse, Relapse I can feel it again, The existential dread, Crawling through my bones, out of my skin and into my head My best friend is my wall, I drink to numb the feeling, She don't love me, but she loves my mom Tonight we are leaving and we are never coming back the same way Relapse, Relapse, Relapse I've got a feeling, A feeling of the cold and hazy blue, I can feel you, I can feel you, I've been thinking too much of you Relax, Relax, Relax I'll keep hitting it, I'll keep taking it in, willingly, Because you asked me to Your love of the yellow rose, My cuts and the yellow thorns, I'm torn and you don't feel it, It's okay, I would never ask you to If I could go back, if I could change anything, I'd change the way you looked at me, Only heaven knows the way I look at you I've been dragging the lake for my friends, I'll never find any because they're all dead Relapse, Relax, Recompose, Rot, Decompose I've been thinking too much of you
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Adultery by Captain We're Sinking by Richie Vincent
Cold sweats and shower heads leak into the seams of our worst fears and dreads, Momma didn't raise no fool, I'll be good as dead when they finally show Relapse, Relapse, Relapse I can feel it again, The existential dread, Crawling through my bones, out of my skin and into my head My best friend is my wall, I drink to numb the feeling, She don't love me, but she loves my mom Tonight we are leaving and we are never coming back the same way Relapse, Relapse, Relapse I've got a feeling, A feeling of the cold and hazy blue, I can feel you, I can feel you, I've been thinking too much of you Relax, Relax, Relax I'll keep hitting it, I'll keep taking it in, willingly, Because you asked me to Your love of the yellow rose, My cuts and the yellow thorns, I'm torn and you don't feel it, It's okay, I would never ask you to If I could go back, if I could change anything, I'd change the way you looked at me, Only heaven knows the way I look at you I've been dragging the lake for my friends, I'll never find any because they're all dead Relapse, Relax, Recompose, Rot, Decompose I've been thinking too much of you
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
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