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Swingin Utters Dead Flowers Bottles Bluegrass And Bones

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. All That I Can Give. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Tutti che posso dare.
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I took so many roads to find you Full of dead ends and one way streets It took some luck just to get near you I like to believe it was destiny Come

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa.
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again It will be up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roaches to kill We'll be crying and drunk or laughing and stones For Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass and bones

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Don't Ask Why. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Non chiedere perché.
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Metal guitars in every town White rap and DJ's, hard and loud You slice through strange air The new icon in eden Clueless and arrogant A beast of no

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Elation. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Euforia.
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think I'm dead Gonna eat their brain with a piece of bread Elation Elation Elation I'm just a walking abortion Walking down the street, people think I'm dead

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Glad. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Contento.
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sang their songs like they're flying on uppers so sweet and smug that I lose my supper some mumble psalms of solace and virtue hang by their palms and

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Heaven At Seventeen. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Cielo At Seventeen.
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quit your bitching and confess the time of your life just came and went you're gonna drown in shallowness in the empty sea of frat boys and dunces You

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. If You Want Me To. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. If You Want Me To.
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Here's one for the tamed Runners-up and losers of the game The tried and true, the tragic and the shamed The broken hearted, sad eyed, and unnamed You

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Lampshade. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Paralume.
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in the light of the moon from the sky And I sit here alone and drinking with the windows and doors open wide My hand got tired an hour ago and the words

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Leaves Of Fate. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Leaves Of Fate.
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stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side The walls were painted white now stained a color bone The calls are weak and faint holler into the

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Hopeless Vows. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Hopeless voti.
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they said He hoards the beer and wine and bread Christ, I wish he were fucking dead Bury yourself in blame Drown yourself in flame Burn the bottle that

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Letters To Yourself. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Letters To Yourself.
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back and ask yourself why Blinded by your own dim light Tried but devout Tortured the cherished loved the unheralded Bought up their trash Brought to my knees by beggars and

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. My Closed Mind. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. La mia mente chiusa.
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i'm not the quiting kind and i'm a cynic and a clod and i don't see the good in all your gods i won't open up at all today sing songs so happy and full

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Looking For Something To Follow. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Ricerca di qualcosa da seguire.
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i can borrow and give back to you some other day oh, if you would just show me the way i count the minutes, hours and days, dear the weeks out of months and

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. No Pariah. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Nessun Pariah.
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they say, And they don't know what you want You learn to fight to bark and bite Test all the limits of little Minsthat you despise Here it says That my time has come and

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Poor Me. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Povero Me.
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I'd rest on my laurels let some keen wit and crying awful pity sustain me But my memories leak like a sieve And fuel this fire It's deep and heavy roar

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Sign In A Window. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Accedi Una finestra.
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Time has given me everything I need Lust, pride, gluttony, and relief Tomorrow weighs down like Clouds hung in the sky But right now I'm feeling like

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Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Shadows And Lies. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Shadows And Lies.
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Everything lies between shadows and lies atleast that is my understanding and you can't leave behind those things that you hide they're all there for

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