We've been here before,
we know the rules, we know the score.
Yet we persist with dreams of trust,
and try to conceal our prominent lust.
Can't fucking write anymore.
Think I'll go to bed with my good friend Dr Pepper ;)
NOISH ONE.
"Baby this town rips the bones from your back,
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap.
We gotta get out while we're young.
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run."
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