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Fukushima Fishnets
02:24
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Out of Touch
02:42
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Words they fall from your lips and they bleed me dry
I can't remember where I came from and I don't know why
I lead myself into a shit pile this high
It'd be much simpler if you'd just die
Just like I dreamed...
It all seemed so nice and clean...
Not everyone in this world has the heart to make money
Not everyone in this world tries hard to be funny
Not every little boy wants his head under water
Not every girl wants to be her father's daughter
Its kinda hard to fuckin tell which species is mine
They all just walk around actin like their feces shines
I could do without their thoughts if you could call 'em such
I am at a loss of words, and I feel out of touch
Yeah, plastic flowers won't die
But they were never alive...
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