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Locked in the dark room With a man that talks too much There’s nothing that wears it off Laying on the kitchen floor and shower stall It will all be okay I swear Just rest your head Lying on the floor In so much psychosis pain Sober whispers and ****** speeches                 *She was the one I wanted                           Tell everybody to go away                        A good kick in the nuts                          I don’t care for it                            One thing will set me off                    And it’s over for me* Locked in the dark room Different spectrums to rage Research what the best solution is I feel crazy on doctors’ advice                  *Are you flexing now bro?                            That's so loose ********                     Camping in an office                   Blown up on shrooms* Three weeks D minus B Old drugs will only get you new diseases Different opinions always offered on old payments Dreams so vivid                                *They don’t make no sense                                  They always make sense* Stay awake No sleep Sleep in the dark room Old folks at an old folks home A lifetime reminiscing about the comings and goings Of some forgotten sickness                     I got the night terrors ******* crazy Ohio to LA Some hazy dream of what it’d be like to audition It’s new crushes on old enemies that tie us together Minnesota goodbyes And long drives home.
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
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Locked in the dark room With a man that talks too much There’s nothing that wears it off Laying on the kitchen floor and shower stall It will all be okay I swear Just rest your head Lying on the floor In so much psychosis pain Sober whispers and ****** speeches                 *She was the one I wanted                           Tell everybody to go away                        A good kick in the nuts                          I don’t care for it                            One thing will set me off                    And it’s over for me* Locked in the dark room Different spectrums to rage Research what the best solution is I feel crazy on doctors’ advice                  *Are you flexing now bro?                            That's so loose ********                     Camping in an office                   Blown up on shrooms* Three weeks D minus B Old drugs will only get you new diseases Different opinions always offered on old payments Dreams so vivid                                *They don’t make no sense                                  They always make sense* Stay awake No sleep Sleep in the dark room Old folks at an old folks home A lifetime reminiscing about the comings and goings Of some forgotten sickness                     I got the night terrors ******* crazy Ohio to LA Some hazy dream of what it’d be like to audition It’s new crushes on old enemies that tie us together Minnesota goodbyes And long drives home.
this is basically the grind version of a 4 hr conversation...
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
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