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Planes Aren't Safe
02:38
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I was so stupid to have hope
My ambition leads me down
It leads me to a hole
Why am I at all
I only fuck things up
I trip over my feet and I fall
But I’m not over yet
I’ve got so many choices to make
So many choices to regret
I thought I’d wash away my past
But the toaster fell
Right into my bath
I pulled your stinger out’ my throat
And I choked on the blood
As my limbs started to grow cold
And my visions fading
Death is the natural way
Of sedating
And I can’t truthfully say
This was an accident
I did something so horrible
I could not forget
And I could not forgive
It’s eating me inside and always will
As long as I live
But I choose to live
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2. |
Average Tragedy
02:39
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Each day you spend in that room starin’ at a screen
Fillin’ up your mind with images that mean nothing
Work scrubbing dishes just to pay your rent and eat
But you know that it’s inane ‘cause you’ve given up your dreams
You’ve never changed your ways, You’re still stuck at the beginning
You’ve never given life a second thought
Today is just another one of the many
I think it’s time you start
Day to day expenses consist of beer and gasoline
You barely tread the ground you’ll soon be underneath
You’ll never changed your ways, You’re still livin’ in the past
Too hard to give life that second thought
Today could be the best part
I think it’s time you start
You're an average tragedy, not you're not rare
you could have been anything that you dared
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Bad Scene
02:04
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Driving down to the city tonight
7 dollars at the door, What a fucking surprise
This is the same place I was last week
It’s the only place, For us punks to be
In this shitty town
Where you can’t listen to music if you’re not 18
Yeah you heard that right
How much more excluding can we be
There’s nowhere to play anymore
They’ll make you sell their tickets,
And they’ll take the first $150 off the door
There’s nowhere to play anymore
Albany had its shit together
But I don’t wanna play here anymore
First Valentine’s shut down
Jwatts followed after
Bogies was shit but it still brought a crowd
Into the scene, and that bothers me
A couple years from now
W here will all the music be
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4. |
Thanks for Coming Out
04:00
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I heard you were home the other day
You ignored my call
I left a voicemail anyway
A lost connection
A void to fill
A fading friendship
A dying will
To pretend that you care still
Met you at Joe’s this Friday last
Once more I forgave
What you’ve done in the past
Fake a smile, Check your phone
Bored to tears, I should’ve known
You’d rather be left alone
Thanks for coming out
You said you would but I
I had my doubts
You say that it’s been it’s fun
Even though I know you had none
So Thanks for coming out
I heard you were home the other day
You ignored my call, I left a voicemail anyway
A lost Connection, A void to fill
A fading friendship, A dying Will
To pretend that you care still
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Lame New York, New York
Lame is a bombastic quartet from Albany, NY. With fans from San Diego to the Gambia, they're bringing punk to basements, bars, and festivals near you.
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