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Tired (Demo)
03:08
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You cant beat the classics
Lyrics
Can't concentrate
Can't contemplate
Whats going on around me
Always too late
Can't take it
Just forget
Anything I learned today
There goes the test
I'm tired
Not a liar
Spaced out
With no way out
Want some sleep
But I had coffee
My brain tries to tell me every
Thing
Don't know
How to go
About my day in this haze
Oh no
In bed
Feel dead
Can't remember what I ever
Said
I'm Tired
Not a liar
Spaced out
With no way out
A blank stare
Almost never aware
A creepy mood
only meant for doom
I'm Tired (alot)
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2. |
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Too close
Thats what we did
Somethin tells me
Thats not the end because we're friends
But I don't know
Thats the line
Its always goin
In my head I wanna diiiiiiiiie
Wish I had some time
Where you weren't on my mind
Id get it all together so
I can say im fine
Im fine
Its fiiiiiiiiine
It just sucks x4
Not again
Rushed in
To another
Situation that'll end
These days
Its what I hate
Not that I miss you
But im not doing greeeeeat
Some say its up to me
I don't believe that
I've been there before
I'm still a sad sack
But we were okay
Its okaaaaay
It just sucks x4
I'm not mad
Or even sad
Or somewhat glaaaaad
That you're what I had
go
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3. |
Nonsense (Demo)
01:48
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Whats wrong with me
oooooooo
Can't keep track of all thoughts running
Through my head I wish it was funny
What does it all mean
ooooooo
Feelin tired gonna try to take a nap
As long as it means ill never come back
Its such a dirty thing to say
But I wanna hemorrhage my own brain
Gotta get myself ready to sleep
And never ever ever ever have to beee
Maybe I need more sleep
ooooooooo
To get rid of all these deprecating
Or just stop all of my own thinking
Today
ooooooooo
Just a tree stump out somewhere
No purpose but Im always there
Its such a dirty thing to say
But I wanna hemorrhage my own brain
Gotta get myself ready to sleep
And never ever ever ever have to beee
It just suuuucks
Or im tooo yooooung
With no way to knoooooow
How to grooooooow
up
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4. |
I Don't Know (Demo)
02:22
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Here we go again
Woke up today
Heres to hoping
Ill die with no delay
I dont have a plan
No aces in my hand
Hate myself to death
Not my biggest fan
Stuck in a loop
Dont wanna move
Wish I knew
What to do but
Iiiiiiiii
Doooooooooont
Knooooooooow
Nothings feelin good
Nothin wants to stick
I need something
To get over it
Got a little drunk
Maybe somewhat high
But all im doing now
Is asking why why why
Stuck in a loop
Dont wanna move
Wish I knew
What to do but
Iiiiiiiii
Doooooooooont
Knooooooooow
Whyyyyyy
Am I alive
If alll
I wanna do is die
kazoo kills it
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5. |
Short Hair Girls (Demo)
02:47
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Wish I knew what to say
So we could hang all day
No wait that sounds crazy
Please dont listen to me
Oooooouuuuuueeeeeeooooo ×4
Short hair girls
My head twirls
When you come around
Wish i could be found
But im lost
In my thoughts
Trying to find you
Cause I think youre cute
Could you come to me
Cause if I came to you
I might say something
Thatd make you blue
Oooooouuuuuueeeeeeooooo ×4
Short hair girls
My head twirls
When you come around
Wish i could be found
But im lost
In my thoughts
Trying to find you
Cause I think youre cute
Now i Know
What to do
Wanna spend
My life with you
Short hair girl x3
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6. |
Anger Me (Demo)
01:51
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7. |
I Won't Dream (Demo)
01:39
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8. |
Trust You (Demo)
02:30
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9. |
Unsober (Demo)
01:19
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10. |
Broken E (Demo)
01:25
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