Distance is up, static is down.
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And all the east coast, has burned out.
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Save for me, save for you.
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There's nothing here to fucking do.
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Sleep in shit, and stinking too, freezing point, free to choose.
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Woke up dead, in my bed, too much shit in my head
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No I could never, think of you again.
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again.
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Guitar.
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There was a sign, it's all mine.
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And there's some reason I might find.
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Got some plans, follow through.
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Find something that I could do.
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It's always the east coast, always the asshole.
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Doing the wrong thing at the right time.
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Hanging half drunk, everytime,
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Anytime, all the time.
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No I could never, think of you again.
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again
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No, no, no I could never, think of you again.
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again.
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Freezing Point
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Archers of Loaf |