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am change
Break my skin, cut my wrists, tear me limb from limb
Bleed me dry so that I can finally breathe again

I'm not wasting away anymore
I won't

leaving egg on their faces
Since before Abel was cut down by Cain
You can fail in the night, every hour of the day
Up on dry land or out at sea
Well, I'm

from the hugs
Skin feels dry and it's so itchy

Teddy bears got new cuts
No more fluffy looks so pitchy

Isolated from the dream
Disappear in routine

When it's too late to drive home
Do you try to blast your radio
It's what I do and it works
Getting cut off everyday by jerks
Get home to my only

something in his life
Different
And his music composed on his elderly guitar
Could be wasted like the dry wood logs in the barn

How much we would like

sensuous silhouette
	
Dazzled by a luxurious pendant’s brightness
I couldn’t take my eyes off that low-cut dress
However, I looked at her eyes before her

sealed

...And whole earth falls asleep
Once abundant stream, now dries way...

(This is my legacy, written with razors to my flesh
My heart is buried, my

laugh and I'll make you sigh,
When you cut to the quick I'll dry your eye.
But I have no intention of hanging around,
I'm just passing the time.

If you

it's like all my friends are dead
But yet first they sucked me dry
Now they don't give a fuck if I'm living in the sky

Still alive, yet I'm sinking like

didn't really trust us
they said stay in school - or they would have to cut us off from the trust fund
just kidding there was none of that sitting
in our

with the knives 
 to cut the throat of lights 
 So we'll immerse in this forever night 
 with our fingernails bleeding 
 From crawling in vain 
 up

Death by 1000 cuts
Internal decapitation
A sword to the gut

Drink me up
Come inside and wreck it all
Fuck me up

Spread open in the summer sun
Icy

head,
cnd frolic into my ears,
To show me I was alive.

There's a girl I'd sing to,
With flowers in her hand.
cnd they cut me till I was dry

cnd I'd

in?

Down on the dark street
A face turns up to the rain
There's so much to do
Where to start, what to choose
Fly the flag, cut the cord, push the pen
I

it hood
Listen up, Poppin in the cut
Bitch I'm feeling good
Little time, tell me Timmy Tah
It's like give me cash
Choppy-chop, I'm a Dragon Ball

North East South West

Japandroids

North East South West

2017

the flames
Canada always answers when I call her name
Down and out, drinking Dundas dry
Up against the wall of a winter's night
Toronto, I'm trusting you

to dry

Let Operation Fix Me be in motion
Let's try listening to the feelings not the facts
I've got hunches, so show me some devotion
Gather up supplies,

Although sunbeam cuts like a knife
Happiness can be cold
A storm can be quiet
But your poppy grows

But your poppy grows
But your poppy grows

Nobody

Contemplating my way back home

My heart of stone has left me empty
Dry on the inside
My pride lacks Your glory
If I'm separate from You
I'm cut off from the Vine

Blood pours from the stump you've cut
Blood pours through the rivers of Congo
Blood pours from the arms of us
By royal blood from long ago
Bleed them

despite all the change

Mark these words the temporary meaning is lost
We don't need to run our rivers dry

Yet we try to move again

Knives in water
They

A bomb blast, shattered glass
Covered in dust as the blood dries black
Prone bodies, big and small
Litter the floor, no sense to it all
A cause,

Doesn't matter who's wrong or right
I would rather watch paint dry
I can be a lady
If you like

Doesn't matter who's big or small
Keep my eyes hung

There's a dry wind blowing deep in my soul
Its dusty voice is crying for you
Tumbling down through the void that won't leave you whole
Its rusty