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Dispatch Who Are We Living For

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misshalls and plenty of cat calls and I can attest to the rest of the best stalls but never have I ever made a match with sickness look both ways and dispatch

Coming back coming home the queen of love enters the room silence ensues... to the king what have you done to my life did you take me for a fool or for

no one's added it up quite yet cause when they do, when they do it'll be a riot and the wire is down hold up for the fury to sound hold up you head from

a cat are buried under a garden well ther's a radio on broken songs empty digression won't be ling to you and me are gone from here lightning on the

your heels Outside misconstrued, the search continues The hidden afraid are never betrayed By the already found and taken away Oh, and in a different place the hands that hold your face Are

We hear the dealers with the words That ride the tails Of their cigarette smoke Sliding through the tunnels of our ears Those greasy marionettes Of real

, since you been around Yeah, since you been around Sold out man from across the way He thought he heard what he heard you say "Hey now, man your watch it shines" For

Wanna be Your bread and butter Wanna be The honey in your jar Wanna be Your bread and butter Wanna be The honey in your jar