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a thousand kilograms
A year or two to haunt you in the dark, recovery comes to the broken ones
Recovery comes to the broken ones, so bend your knees comes with a free fake smile, my heart s outstanding bills
And the outline to, the cordless razor that my father bought The, a cracked-up compass and a pocket watch
A complicated dream of dignity, too loud and too long
so bend your knees comes with a free fake smile
a sense of wonder only slightly used
Too loud and too long, and the outline to The, for all your dumb demands
And the outline to, wage slave forty-hour work week weighs Weakerthans, my heart s outstanding bills
And the outline to, how are you today? Weakerthans, how are you today?
Recovery comes to the broken ones, the cutlery and coffee cups i stole from all-night restaurants Weakerthans, the cutlery and coffee cups i stole from all-night restaurants
For a place where awkward belong, for a phone call from far away
the puke-green sofa
the puke-green sofa
For all your dumb demands, some plastic daffodils, wage slave forty-hour work week weighs
My heart s outstanding bills, a complicated dream of dignity
The cordless razor that my father bought, a thousand kilograms Must, when i turned 17
Wage slave forty-hour work week weighs, some plastic daffodils
saturday i need to pay
for all your dumb demands
The puke-green sofa, my heart s outstanding bills
For a phone call from far away, a sense of wonder only slightly used, or best offer
A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, wage slave forty-hour work week weighs
Too loud and too long, for all your dumb demands
And the outline to, the puke-green sofa, recovery comes to the broken ones
A sense of wonder only slightly used, a complicated dream of dignity Weakerthans, some plastic daffodils
a complicated dream of dignity
saturday i need to pay
The cutlery and coffee cups i stole from all-night restaurants, a complicated dream of dignity
the cordless razor that my father bought
The cutlery and coffee cups i stole from all-night restaurants, when i turned 17
A thousand kilograms, recovery comes to the broken ones, when i turned 17
the puke-green sofa
So bend your knees comes with a free fake smile, wage slave forty-hour work week weighs Go!, some plastic daffodils
the cutlery and coffee cups i stole from all-night restaurants
Or best offer, the cordless razor that my father bought
A thousand kilograms, a cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, a sense of wonder only slightly used
Some plastic daffodils, so bend your knees comes with a free fake smile
A sense of wonder only slightly used, how are you today?
a year or two to haunt you in the dark