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Almost killed me

I got bored when I didn’t have a band.
So I started a band.
We’re gonna start it with a positive jam.
Hold steady!

Kad smo skupa, ćutimo vonka i unutra!

Grad je pust i tužan i taman
Kao olovno nebo nad njim

Grad je pust i miran i spava
Neka počiva molim te nemoj mu kvariti san

I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene(and it runs again)

Everything you do is true
As long as you believe it
And everything you say is play
And that’s how you should treat it
And everyone is high
Until there’s something makes them low

Keep pushin’ ’til it’s understood and these badlands start treating us good!

…the poets down here don’t write nothing at all…

Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl and the rest is history? Or do you want it like a murder mystery?

I’m gonna tell it like a comeback story.
‘Cause we when we left we were defeated and depressed.
And when we arrived we were ripping high. we had a gun in the glove box.
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks.
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory!

I walk the halls and sing(revisit)

I think she knows I’m a pathetic intruder
Into the abyss
And I have watched her too
From the stoney beach

Calm a little pint of soul

Concrete calling in the night
Filling me up with delight
And avenues I roam and I roam
But there’s one thing I learn and I go

This is my home!

Two little white ones and a Bud Clamato

He was my hero back when I was a kid
You let me down but Chavo never once did
You called him names to try to get beneath my skin
Now your ashes are scattered on the wind

Nobody listens, nobody should, it’d be a waste of attention!

If you’re dead in the mind it’ll brighten the place

all her visions start to play on the icicles of our decay; repriza jer je puno icicles-a

Dobro vam jutro! Numere: The Trash Can Sinatras – Orange Fell The Stone Roses – (Song for My) Sugar Spun…

My favourite bands (episode: Push barman to open old wounds)reprise

I could dance all night like I’m a soul boy
But I know I’d rather drag myself across the dance floor

Soothe your fear, we’re off where it’s warmer

I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it
But we’re making it