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Song Pure

: You can drive around all night with the radio on high And wonder what it's like to be liked And never feel out of time You're not the only one You

: Take a look around when you're going down Cuz you'll never feel so high As when you hid in her arms in the sky and the world slept And there's no

: Shitfaced, fumbling in a dark place, drinking in the last days This street looks just like the next street, bumblefuck on repeat This time you should

: Father asks you where you've been, you tell him and he tells you sin, He tells you what you think of him, but you don't think of him Saint Heloise

: Oh, you, you are the orchard of my eye I couldn't help but realize You were standing in my way And you dream of rainbows in gray skies Couldn't help

: You say tomorrow is gone, tomorrow?s not gone just let it come, I?ll walk the length of your town, ?til no one?s around except us punks The way we

: Justine, you're dying just to hear the sound and dreaming of another town cuz nothing here is going on Write now, cuz all your real friends are words

: Sweet sister, can't you find the words to say? your mister, he don't treat you the right way In a dark room I can see you shining bright you don't

: Queen Anne, you're lying in the wasteland You wanted just a taste then You couldn't quite replace him Lost son, we never knew you all along (wrong