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Razorblade In the day by day collision called the art of growing up there’s an innocence we look for in the stars to be taken back to younger days when there was no giving up on the people we held closest to our hearts Yeah it is you that i remember in that glowing it…

 

Hate Me I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don’t lose my head They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my beda Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home There’s a burning in my…

 

Sait it It’s all about steam It’s all about dreams It’s all about making the best out of everything You’ll know when your fine cause you talk like a mime You fall on your face you get back up and you’re doing fine I consider it the clown punching preaching machine is one of the…

 

Calling you There’s something I can’t quite explainI’m so in love with youYou’ll never take that awayAnd if I’ve said it a hundred times beforeExpect a thousand moreYou’ll never take that awaySo expect me to beCalling you to seeIf you’re okay when I’m not aroundAsking “if you love me”I love the way you make it…