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Prayers
05:05
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Say your prayers if you wanna get to heaven.
It ain't easy with the cards that you were given
Run away from this cause I don't have to listen
It's okay I'm fine and I've made my decision.
You're bleeding out again,
I tried to tell you otherwise but you didn't listen
Sell your soul if you wanna be forgiven
It ain't free you've gotta buy yourself a ticket
Sit and wait for your orders to be given
It's such a drag having to beg them for permission.
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Jealousy
03:15
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I don't care what you wanted to say to her
I don't care what you wanted to do
It's over now, it's over and through.
I don't care what you wanted to make her do
I don't care what you wanted to use
It's over now, it's over and through.
I can't see anything but jealousy
Close my eyes everynight but I don't dream
Jealousy
I don't care what you wanted to try and prove
I don't care what your going to lose
It's over now, it's over and through.
I can't see anything but jealousy
Close my eyes everynight but I don't dream
Jealousy
I try to drink away the pain
It comes back again and again
Always stronger than before.
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My Day To Party
04:00
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Monday, bored out of my mind at work
Wishing I could be with her, laying down with my sweet girl.
I can't live like this always dreaming of the weekend
I won't get upset, nothing's ruining my weekend.
I've got a beer in my hand and I don't really care.
Wearing lipstick and pearls and everybody's there
I'm on cloud 9 and I'm not getting off
Nothing's phasing me on my day off.
I don't care what you think.
It's my day to party.
Mundane, pushing through the daily grind
Can't get that girl off my mind, praying that the clock unwinds.
I can't live like this always dreaming of the weekend
I won't get upset, nothing's ruining my weekend.
I've got a beer in my hand and I don't really care.
Wearing lipstick and pearls and everybody's there
I'm on cloud 9 and I'm not getting off
Nothing's phasing me on my day off.
I don't care what you think.
It's my day to party.
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People find comfort in saying he's in a better place
Being dead must be strange, it's complete darkness
When I go I want to burn out, some people fade away
All my heros are ghosts now I wanna be the same
Goodbye Momma,
I wanna die.
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
Suicide, it'll be alright.
You can hear the angels singing he's in a better place
Throw some flowers on my grave remember the good ole days
Choked on my vomit again I think it's glamorous
Gave up on women again I prefer heroin
Goodbye Momma,
I wanna die.
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
Suicide, it'll be alright.
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