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Blood Simple
Noah Nolastname
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Smoking gas out of shotgun shells
We are our own creators of an enabling hell
And you don't know what you want but you know you don't want me
You have changed and not for the better
When the lights come on all the roaches will scatter
And the snake oil salesmen got nothing on you
You tried to sell me happiness and I paid in full
Winning is easy when they don't know they're competing
Keep me in your crosshair
This is where we start convening
I'm not the hill you should die on
Don't die on me
I'm not the shoulder you want to cry on
I'm not what I seem
I never learned how to let bygones be bygones
When the kangaroo court comes to take me away
The mob will scream, it's just democracy
I'm slowly starting to hate my friends
What they don't like about me is what I don't like about them
And we each think the other is a blind hypocrite
Can't tell if I'm just projecting what you're projecting onto him
I just want to immortalize everything I've ever feared
Make me clean
Make it sterile
Don't go
Blood simple
I'm not the hill you should die on
Don't die on me
I'm not the shoulder you want to cry on
I'm not what I seem
I just as surprised as you that I'm still keeping strong
By the skin of my teeth
Yeah, democracy is nice until negotiations dry like raisins
Praised as progress then three week vacation
Baking in the sun
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