...and it might kill us both. i've been given all the time and patience this world can give. slowing down are words i can't define. i am going to take

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. Breakfast Of Champions. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. La colazione dei campioni.
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I hope you choke on my fucking heartbeat and drown in my blue blood. The lonely walks bring out the lonely eyes. The hunger dies because of the lies.

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Comadre. The Youth. Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes. Padella. La Gioventù. Sei Veri raccontare barzellette? Mi piace Scherzi.
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So what if your teeth hold a grudge, so what if your grinning means nothing, I bit my own hand clearly right off I can't keep my mouth busy, I can't

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Comadre. Other. Burn The Scene. Padella. Altri. Burn The Scene.
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We'll take the scene and burn it down, rebuild the love and take back the sound. We got miles of smiles and mouths full of gasoline. I am sure i can

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Comadre. A Wolf Ticket. Grow Worms. Padella. Un lupo Ticket. Crescere Worms.
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Same shit but a not amused. Give us a way to fight these hardcore blues. A simple mind for a world so blind, I give a shit about your so called grind

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. Hey, Holmes, Slow Down.... Padella. Bruciare le ossa. Ehi, Holmes, Slow Down ....
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There's a smile hidden in everyone's step and for every step taken a piece of us begs to stay together. Maybe everything I know is just made up, but

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell.
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Our heads are a couple of cases and i am everything and miserable without you. three thousand miles can hold so much. these miles of land. the land is

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Comadre. The Youth. I Sleep With My Eyes Open. Padella. La Gioventù. I Sleep con gli occhi aperti.
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The last time we spoke, we ended up no where and it seems like my words aren't any better than your quotes, our speeches were reversed just like the

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. Make Me Believe. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. Make Me Believe.
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A call to arms across this golden land. The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands. And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it,

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Comadre. The Youth. Mess With The Best, Undress Like The Rest. Padella. La Gioventù. Mess With The Best, Undress come il resto.
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If I could better myself, I swear I would, I swear to god I'd fucking change myself but the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down. My veins

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Comadre. The Youth. Remind Me Never To Stick My Hand Out The Window Again. Padella. La Gioventù. Remind Me Never To Stick My Hand fuori dalla finestra.
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They said we might not come back from this one, but who fuckin' cares, at least it will make us into humans. Shape my legs until they walk on order,

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. Sabado Gigante. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. Sabado Gigante.
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Saturday. you're gonna see who owns tonight. we're dripping from these hearts that love to fight. we might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine.

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Comadre. The Youth. Slangin' Rocks In The House Of God. Padella. La Gioventù. Slangin 'Rocks In Casa Di Dio.
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We could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to bury our regrets. They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape

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Comadre. A Wolf Ticket. Suicides May Have Been Pact. Padella. Un lupo Ticket. Suicidi maggio Have Been Patto.
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I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes, here's the ones who love to lose. Now that I've swallowed mistakes some sailor's luck in the

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Comadre. A Wolf Ticket. Tannerisms. Padella. Un lupo Ticket. Tannerisms.
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I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort. Feels like we're knocking on

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Comadre. Other. Teeth Vs Teeth. Padella. Altri. Denti Vs Denti.
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This is my concept, this is my excuse, my dirt, my blood, and my addiction. and goddamn if your goddamn gods are too afraid to live. but i was born to

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. The Hole In The Ship, SOS. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. La Hole In The Ship, SOS.
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Built to walk the plank, No wagons this time, Just sails ships and hearts, We've crossed the maps of punk rock, And taken all we mock, And tied it up

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Comadre. Burn Your Bones. The Southern Comfort Smile. Padella. Bruciare le ossa. Il Sorriso Southern Comfort.
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this is the last time you will feel me breathe so while your hands are around my neck make them into fists and choke this engine. because every night

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