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Anxiety. Anxieties. - Trophy Scars

"Alright Alphabet Alphabets are amazing Astonishing aspiring and always aging Agreeable accents accompany Awful answers Aphrodite's antitheist And antelope antlers I spent 6 months embedded in ink I read"

"Rachel, I Think He - Trophy Scars

"Everyday, I think to myself, "I must be dead," I must be dead and in hell. I think I'm dead! I'm dead to her. I'm dead to myself. A cutting intuition embedded in suspicion One hundred boards, one hundred"

Traps And Tricks And Such - Trophy Scars

"The cops in this city are making a problem. Embellishing this pulse, And losing their conscience. Oh Oh, Oh Oh Run through the fields, Burn through the fields, Blaze through the fields, And feel all the"

A Beauty Like Scissors (Shine On, Bleach Off) - Trophy Scars

"It's your anger That bleeds off like bleach You know what I need? Do you kiss to speak? Let's keep it clean, yeah Here pretty, pretty girls will stay But your beauty is something of a catastrophe La,"

Baby Eskimo Kisses - Trophy Scars

"The way you'd close your eyes Your lashes against mine The way you used to smile I'd bite my lip and smile The light was baby blue And I'd take care of you And our baby too I would marry you The glacier"

Cats As A Measurement Of Time - Trophy Scars

"Who slipped this drug in my drink? Who are you? And what do you want? With a face like that, I bet you can trust yourself. With a face like that you can trust these cats to behave themselves. Oh no! Oh"

Chapter One: How To Fail Yourself - Trophy Scars

"Stab the mirror Open it up Drop down to your knees You're just like me Cut the throat To watch it bleed You are just like me When those tears turn pages And move photography There's a disconnection Give"

Designed Like Dice (Crickets In Tune) - Trophy Scars

"Statistically sorry For the last album we wrote Babababababababababa Sincerely sorry For missing the notes It was love They were loved And they promised the world Puppy dog tails, kisses and girls Behind"

Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown - Trophy Scars

"I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks. "Unhand me, you crook." I saw it in her face; She made a big mistake. That word's not hers to take. No. This is the joke, so listen up close: Those bodies below"

Dreams Of New Orleans - Trophy Scars

"The taste of blue skies Like Frank Sinatra's eyes And open pools of blood You bet they never looked so good I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tonight I dream, I dream of New Orleans We're spinning Out of"

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