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Precious Blood - Gits

"All these things I want the most. But they're usually one step ahead of my reach But they always stand close enough to take me to the next f**king trance 'Cause when it cuts it really does My soul"

Second Skin - Gits

"I've thought about it a million times It takes all my strength just to keep it calm I hove to tell myself, just let it breathe holding it inside will only help to do me in Each time I close my eyes I see"

Slaughter Of Bruce - Gits

"I was working in a shithole one day some fool came up to me and said "you'd make a star with that band," I said, "it's not why we're doing this, why can't you f**king get it?" 'Cause all I've got to do"

Wingo Lamo - Gits

"When I'm going into the bar, I'm there trying to ignore this terror in me, I can't set it free I can't make any sense unless it's in a song and every time I try to feel I only seem to wake up lifeless where"

Another Shot Of Whiskey - Gits

"You walk in with another headache I can tell by the lines in your face you seem to think if you just remove the problem the answers are what will come next Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be"

Drinking Song - Gits

"I tend to drink too much sometimes I fall a little drunk on my face I get up I brush up I head to the bar For another round with all of my friends Here's to 'em To all of my friends Here's to 'em"

Seaweed - Gits

"There is a silence that paces us all It's sensitive to the peace that we've known And if I could take that crevice in me I'd fill it up with all that you bleed I was walking into the water and I was"

While You're Twisting I'm Still Breathing - Gits

"I tear myself apart and throw it on the ground in front of you (can't hide that i'm a social wreck) and though i sit within the wounds that one day could destroy me sometimes it's hard to find my friends"

Baloniarz - The Gits

"Z łapami w kiermanach bujał po ulicy Chodził do fryzjera, blinił na chodniki Rumuńskie skoki często pastował I na ura-bura pozował Chodził za winkiel pić pryty z plastików I dumnie bujał się w szaliku"

Nic dla hipis - The Gits

"Gonią nas idioci w martensach ja od koszuli * z usmiechnięta gembom prosto od fryzjera Zbrodnia z bocznych ulic przemoc z szarych bloków jest po kilku piwach terror tych stadionów Bo tu wszyscy mają"

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