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Death Taxes

with her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel i'd never second guess myself if everything was real she could keep a secret she could make

black coffee cup reflection i've seen this look in my eyes on others peoples faces that i said i never wanted to be like there's just too much to live

Jump, jump in with both feet forward Don't give in to all those voices they say what doesn't kill you only makes you you know, stronger and we're all

m no dreamer I'm just waiting on the day When my luck changes and things start going my way And I hope that tomorrow ain't More of the same Death and taxes

She wears the scars on her mind On her wrists She carved love and trust into her skin She said she needed the pain To feel alive So many excuses all

Well I can't say how it feels to be Standing down there looking up at me Lets get a beer before the show And I'll tell ya man how it's gonna go I know

Well I tried to do what's right But the whole damn thing blown up on me Yea I'll do it again to night But the whole damn thing blown up on me Yea I'

She took the Orange Line with black straight Just as far as she could go Yea I saw her leaning up against the stage Guess it was a Rollins' show She

alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed. i'm not looking forward to what lies ahead. all day i'm like a zombie, the working dead. today's gonna be a boring