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form
01:05
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I LOOK TOO GOOD TO BE LOST IN A WORLD THAT CONCENTRATES ON APPEARANCE AND STYLE.
THAT JUDGES ON FIRST IMPRESSIONS, ON CLOTHING, ON BRANDS AND THE WELLBEING OF ANOTHER PERSONS SKIN AND BODY.
I TRY TO COMPENSATE EVERYTHING THAT I SOMEHOW TEND TO TAKE CARE OF. BY, ACCORDING TO MY OWN WELLBEING, DRINKING BOOZE, RUNNING MILES OR LIFTING WEIGHTS.
JUST TO FORM SOMETHING SOMEWHAT CONTRADICTIVE.
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warmth
01:43
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IT’S JUST THE BAD SEX DREAM THAT YOU’RE AWAKEN FROM, FOLLOWED BY THE FEELING THAT YOU’VE MISSED SOMETHING:
I’VE SEEN MY MOTHER AND A FRIEND THAT I’VE MET IN SCHOOL, WE SHARED THE SHEETS OF MY PARENTS’ BED IN MY PARENTS’ HOUSE.
IT'S THE DREAM THAT WOULD APPEAR ONCE IN A WHILE, WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE PART THAT YOU DID NOT GET AT ALL.
THIS INDENIABLE AFFECTION TO THE WARMTH OF MY MOTHERS’ CHEST, COMBINED WITH THE PEOPLE THAT I LIKE, FROM THE PLACE THAT I DETEST.
DETEST AS FUCK.
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judge
01:23
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WHY IS IT OK, TO THROW BOTTLES ON THE STREETS, BUT NOT OK, TO THROW BOTTLES ON THE STREETS, WHEN NOBODY MIGHT SEE IT?
WHY IS IT OK, TO TO BE PROUD OF THE SCENE, BUT NOT OK, TO BE PROUD OF EVERYTHING INVOLVING THE SCENE?
WHY IS IT OK, TO TO CRAVE FOR A LATE NIGHT SNACK, BUT NOT OK, TO CRAVE FOR MEAT?
WHY IS IT OK, TO TO ACT WITHOUT ANY DOUBT?
WHY IS IT OK, TO JUDGE PEOPLE ON OUR VIEWS ON THEM, BUT NOT OK, TO JUDGE PEOPLE ON THEIR VIEWS ON OTHERS?
WHY IS IT OK, TO TO LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS ON PURPOSE, BUT NOT OK, TO ACT WITHOUT CONSCIOUSNESS ON A DAILY BASE?
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years
02:32
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TO RAISE THIS GLASS TO THE BAD IDEAS, TO THE DECISIONS THAT WE MADE,
TO THE LAST GULP OF THE CHEAPEST DRINK AND TO THE YEARS THAT WE LOST, WHEN COPING WITH HANGOVERS AND LOSSES OF MOBILE PHONES AND GLASSES, OF HATS, OF KEYS, OF CA$H, AND SOMETHING MORE THAN SELF RESPECT.
TO SUMMERS WE SPENT ON SCHOOLYARDS, TO WINTERS IN PARKING LOTS, DRINKING ALCOHOL UNDERAGE,
TO NOT HAVING TO DEAL WITH PAYING BILLS AND RENTS.
I’LL LET WISER MEN DECIDE. I WON’T FUCKING DEAL WITH IT.
AND ALL OF MY WORRIES FROM BACK THEN COMBINED WITH WHAT’S BOTHERING ME RIGHT NOW IS THAT I DON’T OWN A LAUNDRY WASHER, NOT EVEN A KITCHEN SINK.
EVERYTHING I’VE GOT IS A HEADACHE FROM THIS BEER, THAT’S ONLY 50 CENTS, I DON’T KNOW, WHERE MY MONEY WENT
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piss
03:11
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GIMME BLISS, GIMME IGNORANCE, GIMME BLISS.
GIMME BLISS, MAKE ME INVISIBLE, GIMME BLISS.
GIMME BLISS, GIMME INTELLIGENCE, GIMME BLISS.
GIMME BLISS, MAKE ME ADORABLE, GIMME BLISS.
WHEN YOUR PISS IS HOTTER THAN THE WATER FROM THE SHOWER, WHEN THE LONG-TERM CONSUMPTION OF BOOZE AND SO CALLED “SOFT DRUGS” INFLUENCES THE WAY, SOMEONE ELSE IS TREATING YOU,
WHEN TAP WATER TASTES BETTER THAN BOTTLED WATER,
WHEN YOU DON’T SAY THE THINGS YOU MEAN, NOT BECAUSE YOU DON’T INTEND TO, BUT INSTEAD, YOU HOLD THEM BACK, TO PROVOKE A REACTION.
WHEN THE HYPE IS JUSTIFIED,
WHEN YOU TAKE THE TIME THAT YOU SPEND AT YOUR PARENTS’ TO EAT AS MUCH AS YOU POSSIBLY COULD,
WHEN YOUR JAW ACHES FROM CLENCHING TEETH, WHEN YOU STEAL, BECAUSE SOMEONE STOLE FROM YOU,
WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, WHEN THEY NEED YOU.
GIMME BLISS, GIMME ARROGANCE, GIMME BLISS.
GIMME BLISS, MAKE ME INVINCIBLE,
GIMME FUCKING BLISS.
RIGHT BY THEN, I FEEL THAT THIS OLD, THIS OLD HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN.
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