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Eyedea - Hay Fever
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Im not shit Im champagne Lets all go home, kill ourselves in our radios Wheres my head? This isnt mine. Nobody loves a thing, Everyones fucking crazy. In control, its not my fault Theyll be sorry once i skin them. Scared to life, a painless death Make sure she knows I love her right before she floats away I cant here you, screams too loud. All my ideas become perfect little blind-spots. Fold me in, tucked away. Im starting to think I never learn what I need to learn All things pass. We bruise skin. Holding on to things we shouldnt be allowed to keep. Make them proud. Dredged in guilt. Call me when the miracle reduces to coincidence. My casted wings are almost nubs now I cant feel thing just like you promised I was always bad at being good I was always bad at being good I was aways bad... Theres no hell harsher than a memory Theres no home more hell than an empty nest Winter takes the warm away spring takes the cold away summer takes the rain away and fall took away my friend i believe theres never a place better than right where you are although imagining an after life can tend to mend a broken heart over someone dead its a way of coping with loss but i dont need you out there if i have you in my thoughts I dont envy anyone in a position where theyre forced to choose To pull the plug or not I cant tell if this is for me or you I mean I know your sick, tired and confused But sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in Ill always remeber our companionship and what it meant and on Sunday, October the fifth You took your last breath And you will be missed My casted wings are almost nubs now
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