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I live in a shithole, and I wipe my arse with debt collectors letters
and convince myself that things are getting better,
when every day the past few years catch up a little more
And I never really feel I'm in control of what I do,
and I guarantee I'll fall to pieces in a day or two.
Because It's hard letting go of all these minor fuck ups and the cracks are starting to show
I've burned the candle down to the wick even though I know that
there's a fine line between not giving a shit and completely giving up.
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Every time I walk that same way home it
breaks my heart, creates that sandstorm in my lungs
I want away from here but I'm
broke and running out of things to sell
I spend the whole day wishing it was over
then lie awake all night regretting things I've done
I'll hazard a guess, maybe that's the reason why I'm so unwell
Or maybe it's because the thing that cures what ails me
is the thing that also kills me nice and slow
but it's hard to tell, so I just don't know
The pressure's building in the back of my head
So it's best to shut up and shut my eyes instead
Cos when I think about the next 5 years
I can't think of a reason to stay round here
And when I think about the previous 10
I hope to fuck they don't show face again
So when I stop caring about what I'm facing
and set my expectations to a new low
That's when I'll go.
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Bohemian Rhapsody Part 2
01:58
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Sometimes I feel alive, and feel like giving up and giving in is really not an option
And staying up drinking all night is really not a problem
And I'm able to take my time
And all the right pieces are placed exactly where I want them
But instead I spend a day with a face that I swear that I'll never get tired of
Then spend the rest of my time feeling as if I'm too tired to get out of bed
And the alcohol just helps me rest
Until I wake up with that same pain in my chest
That's there to remind me that we're all stuck suffocating in
the city that always sleeps
And where the beer always runs out
And where nobody really cares
About the things we talk about
where its the noose you always tie
And it's the chair you always kick
And where your enemies all thrive
While your whole family gets sick
And the sickness never leaves
It turns out its hereditary
So you watch yourself get ill
As you wish time would stand still
But it never will.
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Rat Toilet Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Fraser - vocals, guitar
Kat - bass, vocals
Brad - drums
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