Lyrics:
Different places, stillborn stars
Unknown faces, unmade guitars
One by one, the roads disappear
I am struggling to stay
Will this road take me higher?
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So
I see the skull beneath your face
Waiting to steal this moment away
To block this kiss, to steal delight,
To kill the joy I found in loving you.
learn
Yeah, if I disappear
It's not the wrong turn
But if you feel guilty
You deserve to burn
Why do I deserve this
Rotting with own sins
Yeah it should
kissing
Say your the best so this is the test you better get with it
The call was hot so ready or not get ready to meet me
I can tell by the way that you
left to turn
I got nothin' left to burn
Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You left
your weary eyes
Tonight
I wanna set that heart of yours alight
Let my love burn this town in a passion so bright
Tonight
Jimbo on the guitars, everyone
down the road all those years later
I traded this all for a guitar
And a new start
My fingertips were smitten
With banging six strings
'Til my calluses
wrote i hope u burn
I hope u find someone that you deserve
You cock the gun and shoot to kill that's all my nerves
I found my letter by the bullets in
wrote i hope u burn
I hope u find someone that you deserve
You cock the gun and shoot to kill that's all my nerves
I found my letter by the bullets in
right and wrong
Between love and being consumed by love
This is the story of infinity
On the side of light stood God and the angels
These beings existed
and a guitar and life is perfect
Back then I was still caught in the rules of this world
Today I just let go and everything goes by itself
Yeah, I'm back
Burn another note, I love the paper chase
Every time I close my eyes, I see they face
Reasons why I'm writing, same reasons I need space
Sorry, not
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
the stands
[ guitar ]
I noticed the cigarette burns on his vest
And the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes
The boys said he could have well been the best
Your love suits me just fine
I guess, as we slowly unwind
We fight, inside I die
Outside, wanna burn down this life
You fight to hold on so tight
of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh
a brittle novelist
With one-ice line pick, kicked
We back with both halves
To burn, bone, and last and know that
No exile a return is entire just as
This
Parenthood
The air is sterile and clean, and
The walls are that not grey, but green
And the lights are so bright they could burn
A whole through the seam of my
and guitars
Just got here and I'm running this shit
I could buy your life if I wanted to, bitch
Invested in a business
My work has made that money flip
Play
Well, I have never seen
Such a terrible room
Gilded with the gold teeth
Of the women who loved you
Though I die Magpie
This I bequeath
By any other
And we're souls touched by sight.
And the guitars play
On Mars Zorg is blown away
He records everythin' you say
Lost in another age
Watchin' patterns
Blowin'
Cecilia's turn
She's got the moves and the ambition to burn
She sings a song she never took the time to learn
You shouldn't do these things by halves
Now
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