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Debt Collector
03:27
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How come you only ever want to bring me down?
Ask someone, what’d you do?
And ask one more ‘cause you don’t know
What’d you do?
You probably couldn’t see how it’s true
I’m sorry they don’t have more faith in you
So then how come you only ever want to bring me down?
How come it’s every single time you come around?
When I’m waking up but only ‘cause I have to now
So how come you only ever want to bring me down?
How would I know?
There’s beauty when the blood clots too slow
I’m a big fan of the look but it gets a little irritated
But I wouldn’t fight it
I’ve got the shakes, but it ain’t all bad
The debt collector just called and said he’s my best friend
How did I deserve this kind of love?
So then how come you only ever want to bring me down?
How come it’s every single time you come around?
How come it feels like every year is a bad one?
You’re born a star and then wound up in the background
You’re hot enough, you still look good fucked up
And just another in the gut might get you closer to good enough
How come you only ever want to bring me down?
I said how come it’s every single time you come around?
When I’m waking up but only ‘cause I have to now
So how come you only ever want to bring me down?
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Wrong Places
02:44
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Young face looking at the big space man
Hey if I were in your shoes I just wouldn’t come back
Here on earth I wasn’t finding self love
But I wanted it bad, it was wildly slow
I launched myself to the big black space
Heard there’s planets out there
You can find them if you care
I met another human being right on mars
She was crazier than me, killed Goliath in his sleep
We’re all in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Living in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Hey there I’m looking for God
Have you heard from her? Did she give you any words?
Well I’m in love ‘cause you’re selling me peace
You had something up your sleeve
Always knew you weren’t a sheep
Remembering when I first tried drugs
I was going insane, now I haven’t been the same
Don’t know where I went but I buried that kid
No he didn’t leave the light, only got a second life
We’re all in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Living in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Way back when in the front of your mind
You were staring at the sun, there’s a part of you that died
Tied weights to your ankles and you took a big leap
To the bottom of the sea, you were trying not to breathe
We’re all in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Living in the wrong places
All the wrong places
All the wrong places
Hey there, I’m looking for God
Have you heard from her?
Have you heard from her?
Have you heard from her?
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mothé Los Angeles, California
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