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I Got A Harmonica
00:36
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wwwawaawwawawawaaw
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Friend Hell
02:34
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Hello
Busy friend
I'll come back another time
Can't wait to talk to you again soon
But something has been on my mind
Cause you've been distant
You've been away
We talk every 31 days
I've been waiting
I've been afraid
Am I too close to you
Hello
Distant friend
I'll talk to you at the end of today
Are you not busy
Yet again
What is happening
Cause you've been distant
You've been away
We talk every 62 days
I've been waiting
I've been afraid
Am I too much for you
When will you say that you
Hate me, I think that you hate me
I know I am scary as hell
But you know what else?
I said tell me if it's so bad
You can't bare to talk back
I think communication
Is important between
Friends, yeah
I think that we're friends and
I think we could stay friends
If you would just tell me what's going on
Cause you've been distant
You've been away
I'm waiting for a chance to say
I've been waiting
I've been afraid
Was I too much for you
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La la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la la la la
La la la la la laa
La la la la la laa
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4. |
Letter-less, Please!
02:20
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G B7 C G
G B7 C G G5
[Chorus]
G B7
I've never felt so threatened by a cake
the words written on it are keeping me awake
Cause I do not associate with the name
I do not associate with the name
[Verse]
There's just no escaping it
I hate this shit
I'd rather leave spots not filled in
I hate my name
On every page
And every single birthday will be the same
Till I do take action
For my benefit
And cut that slice right out my life
G F
G B7
Till I do take
That previous pressure lead did create
And get rid of it with one erase
But there's still trace a little trace
[Bridge]
I can see it
But I don't read it
I don't believe it
I don't believe in
[Chorus]
G F Am7 F Am7 F
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5. |
Round Two?
02:57
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You're not stable!
I'm gonna rent a car when I turn 18
And drive it into a cliff
Cause by then I'll be crazy
And things will be hazy
Just like when I was a kid
I'm bound to return into a state which
Dictates my survival
It's gonna hit me like the bullet to my head
That I'm sure will hit me in a few years
Yeah I know
It's out to get me tomorrow
It oughta hit me today
It's gonna land on undiscovered land
With a drill on every leg
It's gonna dig it's way into my brain
Leave another crater on the light side
Little astronauts won't know what hit them
Like a meteor that's been building up speed in space
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7. |
Four Fingers
03:21
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[Verse 1]
I wanna be in my own cartoon
In a world made up of my own views
I wanna be some simple shapes with a beautiful view
Of a hand painted landscape
Playing guitar with my four fingered hands
Things just work like that
Working out somehow
I could get punched and not feel the pain at all
I could survive a 100 foot fall
I could conquer challenges within eleven minutes
I could probably enter lotteries and end up winning
I could be saved by a bell before I get caught stealing
I could jump without waiting for my legs to finish healing
[Chorus]
How I'd like for things to be convenient x4
[Verse 2]
I often dream
Of a new reality
With a fresh new adventure every day
Maybe as simple as making a new friend
Or living a newer way
Like the beach life
Enjoying the sunlight
Or each night
Ending with a song like
Oo oo oo goodnight
[Chorus]
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8. |
Memory
01:31
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A
i had found you in the corner
you were stuffed under some trash
when i found you in the corner
i never wanna read again
when i put you in the corner
i was up to something bad
now i found you in the corner
never wanna write again
C
with those words
in that order
with those words
in that order
signed my name on the paper
signing off
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9. |
I WANT HRT
01:15
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Capo on 2nd fret
F Am G6
How do you feel
to see my face?
To see me shitfaced
Shitfaced every day
Expression wise
I'd give you dagger eyes
If it means you'd die
You happy now?
You're fucking proud
To be a red white and blue blue shoes
I'll strike you down
I have the anger now
I have the rage
How do you feel?
How do you eat?
Knowing the money I could use goes to comfort for your feet
I need action
I need a figure
Oh how I linger
In your house
Like a mouse
I've got stimulation but I'm focused on cheese
That's not for me
I'm not happy
I wanna leave
How do you feel
to see my face?
To see me shitfaced
Shitfaced every day
Expression wise
I'd give you dagger eyes
If it means you'd die
You happy now?
You're fucking proud
To be a red white and blue blue shoes
I'll strike you down
I have the anger now
I have the rage
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10. |
GIVE ME HRT
00:41
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Same as I WANT HRT
You're fucking watching Ben Shapiro (hearing the wrong shit!)
You could listen to your daughter (but I guess I know nothing!)
About being oppressed
About being depressed
All because I want a pair of tits
You hold on to your fucking right wing beliefs
How much of those right wings do you eat
To be such a motherfucking idiot
To be such a god damn piece of shit
You have 5 daughters
But you count me out
You think you have 4
Well I fucking have some doubts
I'd like to have a fucking word with your loving God
About how he fucking cares about my bod
You think I'm cutting a perfectly good limb
This limb is good for nothing except being a dick
To me
To me
To me
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11. |
Funeral Exit
05:04
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I still feel the piece of me in the casket
And I feel its gonna wake up and close itself in
I feel like scotch tape
I'm doing the job
But next year or next month
I'm gonna fall off
There's three of me in the funeral home
One in the casket and the pews
And one going "Oh no!"
(She's still alive! She's still alive! She's still alive!)
There's another set of me
Already dead and diseased
These new bodies are still alive
(For a limited time! For a limited time! For a limited time!)
There's a good chance I'll live
There's a bad bad chance
That I'll die
And die again for the rest of my whole life
And I could go through this again
There's a bad bad chance
I'm so scared of the future
And the future it hides
Beautiful, beautiful flowers
Lawn looks so pretty without me
I disagree right now just a little bit
And that's the farthest I'll go
For an undetermined distance
I hope things get better from here
Inhabit the one with less fear
And go through the exit
I'm through depression
I'll face oppression
I hope things are better this year
As a new me with a new fear
Of getting old and dying someday
At least I'm afraid
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12. |
Hallucination
01:36
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Gb E Gb E
Gb Ab Cm
I didn't sleep last night
I'm having trouble keeping open
I try to rest my eyes
And I'm laying on the carpet
Gb E Gb E Gb Ab
Suddenly there's an increase in speed
And in front of me I am doing daily
activities among other things
Like
Gb Ab Cm
Opening doors and setting the bed
And climbing in and out of it
And laying on the floor
And pacing back and forth
Gb E Gb
I'm seeing 3 months of time in 2 hours
Gb E Gb E Gb Ab
Suddenly there's an increase in speed
And in front of me I am doing daily
activities among other things
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13. |
Shapeshifter
00:45
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Gb Am/E E
Gb Am/E E
Bm/E Am/E E
I want every part of you on me
Call me a shapeshifter
I call myself a creep
Gb Am/E E
I hear your beautiful voice
and the first thing I think
Am
"I want her beautiful voice"
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All for me
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Friend Hell West Virginia
unprofessional pop punk folk rock nonsense
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