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I'm an armchair warrior trying to sell my soul to the undesirable myriads soaked in stains and oil. Curl up with your coffee cups (now children) Curl up with your cigarettes Take your vice and leave this place No less weary less. I'm a sellout to this yes I'd sell out to a fish If he'd give me a dime bag and a paper. I will sellout to you I will sell my soul tonight For a loudspeaker And a deaf audience. My life is a mess I shouldn't cry less I should really embrace the tears. But with each coming year I have come to fear That I will drown in these tears. And this beautiful mess And all this crazyness Is really beginning to drag. I'm tired of pieces Ignorant of puzzles Give me a ******* cigarette.
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
Sellout
I'm an armchair warrior trying to sell my soul to the undesirable myriads soaked in stains and oil. Curl up with your coffee cups (now children) Curl up with your cigarettes Take your vice and leave this place No less weary less. I'm a sellout to this yes I'd sell out to a fish If he'd give me a dime bag and a paper. I will sellout to you I will sell my soul tonight For a loudspeaker And a deaf audience. My life is a mess I shouldn't cry less I should really embrace the tears. But with each coming year I have come to fear That I will drown in these tears. And this beautiful mess And all this crazyness Is really beginning to drag. I'm tired of pieces Ignorant of puzzles Give me a ******* cigarette.
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Jan 18, 2013
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