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Strung Out Prototypes And Painkillers

This engines revving And the tires are burning The smell of asphalt lingers in the air My head is spinning And my thoughts are burning The ground is

Think that I'm a loser 'Cause now my pants are too low Think that I'm a slob 'Cause I got holes in my shoes Think I'm Strung Out Just like my dirty

unheard, Harry Detroit in 304 made one last promise now, I'm going out without a trace a vanishing act before your eyes Nobody wants what they have got and

let it go would turn on me if I let it show now If I let it show And you always got the best of me While bringing out the worst of me I found myself again and

A plain and lazy afternoon still fresh inside my head An echo of a simpler time, a reflection that's yours and mine That car would take us anywhere,

Id never change No apologies, always stayed the same Now I don't look back Ideals And Blind devotion Kiss loyalties goodbye And Its growing what's inside that counts Twisted, true and