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Knuckles White Dry
Gang of Youths
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Deep in the breath of a carrier
Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario
No way in hell is this happening
For worse I don't care if it kills me
I promise you won't die, swear it
It's a civic occasion
You're driving my car from the city
You see my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching
So where is the ticket, or park it just let it?
And you haven't cried much or nearly enough
But I scream at your chest for as long as I must
Do you think it hears me?
Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
The skin or the lungs
Not today
Nor tomorrow
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead
Let us live in the sun
From here until the car ride home
If I hear another i love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell
And I swear that ill show them a vision of hell
It gets tiresome you know
As long as strangers the poke and they prod
And I drive all that shit to the side of your blood
If miracles function
Then where is our god that is the question I posed
And you haven't changed much or nearly enough
But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust
That it hears me
Do you think it hears me?
Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
The skin or the lungs
Not today
Nor tomorrow
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown
Let the dead be the dead let us live in the sun
From here until the car ride home
The car ride home
Car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
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