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Pulling me over Like a souvenir emotion Weighed down for hours In a loop Looking for antidote So lay it on me Late night maneuvers just to keep me well Kept up by a grifter with something to sell It's all you need to sell yourself Because it's so hard to Find empathy in an empty screen Are you diving deep Or did you sink? It takes time but it works wonders It takes time to fall in line It takes time to get the answers Maybe it's hard to find It takes time but it works wonders It takes time to fall in line I swear it's out there Maybe it's hard to find You know your mother got through it So why can’t you get it a grip? Guess it's a sign of the times TV makes it easy Drugs make it fun Fix a motorcycle Go for a run Because you're not there Where are you now It takes time but it works wonders It takes time to fall in line It takes time to get the answers Maybe it's hard to find It takes time but it works wonders It takes time to fall in line I swear it's out there Maybe it’s hard to find This is all I have It’s taking over Can’t go backwards Can’t find forwards Satisfaction Is out of fashion My numb hearts racing Faster and faster It takes time You say it again Like you know You say it again It's all lies You say it again Yeah you say it again It takes time

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Do you like having me around I said I love you to death But that's not what you asked You didn’t pass the test Wishing for a blowout fight Then makeup sex But that's too bad You’re the fucking best Yeah you remind me of my favorite game It comforts me but it’s not as exciting to play Like it was when I was seventeen Flash forward five years now I hope I'm with you I hope I’m still around When I fall asleep right next to you I dream of faces I can’t erase Like I used to I blame you for blaming the stars Online forums looking for answers I already know Yeah I already know It comforts me but its not as exciting to play Flash forward five years now I hope I'm with you I hope I’m still around In five years I hope I’m still with you In five years I hope I’m still around Yeah i'll get there If I get there I’ll buy us a house away from the city If i get there i'll have a few kids If I get there I swear I'll finally be ready If I get there my words won’t feel so thin

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Robby brought a new drug to the table The ones who couldn’t dance suddenly were able I took a few Bit off more than I could chew it's not like sitcoms on tv I feel everything Soundscape 1992 I just want to dance with you Ran off to meet you Through the crowd For a mile Can’t speak your name Can’t define your style Because i wasn’t born And neither were you Find my feet Lose my doom I wouldn't mind being stuck here with you Soundscape 1992 I just want to dance with you Chinese takeout Best in town Daft Punk sure as hell not playing at our house Never saw The Hives live but i saw U2 Found our taste from soundtracks on Playstation 2 There’s too many dreams for one brain to vet So I went looking for stimpaks in an office full of plastic plants And if we’re all gonna be on fire in the next 20 years I guess we’ll just get high and pretend It’s Berlin ‘92 Soundscape 1992 I just want to dance with you

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Go to school Buy a gun Work at Johnson and Johnson Dress like a nun And fuck the opposite You’re gonna have a good life son You’re gonna have a good life son Sunday football treat your wife like shit Cry to your kids cause they ruined it You’re gonna have a good life son You’re gonna have a good life son But the old men can’t figure it out They can’t figure it out They’re on their third heart Still can’t figure it out So why don't we Whether you're a cop a preacher a social activist If you're a cat calling scumbag I have a bone to pick But youre gonna write me off you're gonna write me off As an overstepping artist with a mouth full of lies You're gonna have a good life son They can’t figure it out They’re on their third heart Still can’t figure it out So why don't we Why don’t we

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Money is the devil shouts the punk rock band Selling 80 dollar tickets to their ever-loving fans That’s the shit I really can’t stand Charging some kid just to shake your hand Wear this not that 90s Nikes or Vans Bleach your hair make sure to stand over there It’s a goddamn frat Where everybody stares We all want to be there Cargo shorts Fish nets Industrial goth wear Land’s End Polo Neon underwear Where’s the guitars Have you seen them anywhere? Where’s the guitars I can’t find them anywhere The floors a nightmare but no one seems to care They all just move around like their Fred Asterie Now I’m moved by a digital snare We all want to be there Name three songs said the snobs at the bar Do what you want said the cats from Mars Exclusion Confusion Just pile in the car We all want to be there