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Smile For The Camera - Armor For Sleep

"What if you find out Everyone that's in your life Is only being paid off By a T.V. studio And every conversation Everyone's had with you Was scripted by the writers Living in Los Angeles Smile for the"

Down For The Count - Bowling For Soup

"(Ladies and Gentlemen! In this corner, weighing in at 131 pounds... I'm sorry, correction, 126 pounds, It's the girl that broke my heart! Isn't she lovely folks? Just look at that smile! Draws me in every"

Waiting For The Moment - Blood For Blood

"Long lonely nights My thoughts are a mess I know what I want but what I want I can't get Can't tell what day it is sometimes sometimes I sit alone and I cry And I think off all the things that have gone"

Tall Tales, Telltales - Cursive

"now and again youll remember the sound of the sails waving helpless the cables wrapping one another into knots so strong youre lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath a substance so"

Bad Science - Cursive

"Moms and dads break up their gangs, take away their roller skates Give them algebra and trig raisins, dates, or figs But take away the gingerbread and cake Every husband, every wide, every cop, every"

Herold Weathervein - Cursive

"Harold walks down any street in this town both crier and witness the sun drops the clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies and dime stores in bar rooms he sits alone erupting in"

Retirement - Cursive

"Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard They're scribed across stained glass They're posted on the billboards A lackluster charade And are we so naive to concede these forefathers? Apparently we"

Making Friends And Acquaintances - Cursive

"Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all... We all hide a diary beneath some mattress And someone has slept in my bed Sometimes"

So when did everyone in a band become such a hair farmer - Cursive

"Nah nah nah...I've got a planYou think it's possibleTo lead this bandDoing the same, the same routineDoing the same, the same routine againCan you make it workCan you rip my fucking hearts outShovel me"

Downhill Racers - Cursive

"Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These"

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