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First line
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Song
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I just wanna stay in the sun where I find
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Ride
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When everyone you thought you knew
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My Blood
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Welcome back to Trench
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Overcompensate
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I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
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Stressed Out
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I ponder of something great
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Car Radio
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East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low
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Nico and the Niners
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Na-na-na-na, oh, oh (x3)
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The Judge
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Sippin' on straight chlorine
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Chlorine
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All my friends are heathens, take it slow
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Heathens
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There's an infestation in my mind's imagination
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Heavydirtysoul
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Can't stop thinking about if and when I die
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Morph
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I know what you think in the morning
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Guns for Hands
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Panic on the brain, world has gone insane
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Level of Concern
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Sometimes you gotta bleed to know
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Tear in my Heart
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She asked me, "Son, when I grow old"
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House of Gold
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Walk the layout, routines in the night
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Routines in the Night
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I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty
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Holding on to You
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I can't believe how much I hate
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Jumpsuit
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Ah, I'm fairly local, I've been around
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Fairly Local
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Stand up straight now (Ohh-ooh-ooh)
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Next Semester
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I wake up fine and dandy
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Ode to Sleep
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Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet
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Levitate
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I'll keep on tryin', might as well
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Cut my Lip
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When I get home you better not be there
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Shy Away
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I'm already bored
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The Outside
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They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
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Lane Boy
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I don't bother anyone, nervous when I stand
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Choker
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Slow down on Monday
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Saturday
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Seems I get in my own way
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The Craving
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Rat race, place to place, adding weight
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Backslide
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