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Pleasure Principle
02:18
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To dance without joy is mean. But who makes the real money. He took my house. He took my home. And there were no signs up. I got no time. Oh men oh men they're everywhere. They're in my thoughts they're in my hair. But baby I was born to lose. Consult with the humans. But I got no time. I see you go, die scum. I see you, go die scum. You're limping along. Take it once, take it twice. You broke my heart, you made me cry. There's fire fire everywhere. Cigarettes and time boy. It's like I was sober. Diamond dogs and diamond eyes. But I got no time. I got no time. Save yourself.
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FTP
02:14
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They're killing people in the streets with impunity. Inclination to aggression for the born free. First they came for you then they'll come for me. Paid leave and white desperation, blocking out the blood from the curriculum. First they came for you then they'll come for me. Sit back and be calm in that arm chair. just a word or two for your own self-care. First they came for you then they'll come for me. FTP. You're never get away this time babe. FTP. They're killing people in the streets with impunity. Inclination to aggression for the born free. First they came for you then they'll come for me. They're killing people in the streets. You sit back in our seats. They're killing people in the streets. Soon they'll be no one to speak. FTP. You gotta decide. You're never get away this time babe. FTP.
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Blame and Guilt
03:08
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There's no reluctance here. I got nothing to do with it. A coward dies in fear. A hero's way to get out of it. She's so fast. You're so slow. A search of far and wide lands me back at the top of it. A fall cause shit and pride, drag myself back into it. She's so fast. You're so slow. She won't sell it we won't sell it we won't sell our fucking shit. we won't sell it we've had enough of it. Your kind, your kind, your kind -- repeating pattern of blame and guilt. In order to rise, we gotta burn the fuck out of it. She's so fast. You're so slow. There's no reluctance here. I got nothing to do with it. A coward dies in fear. A hero's way to get out of it. She's so fast. You're so slow.
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Danni's Song
01:45
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You say you want a shoulder but that shit's growing older the time has come for you to take off take off take off. You know that you ain't gotta put your shit on the other you know that you ain't gotta take take take take take. There's trouble coming coming. No time for information. There's trouble coming come you're crying you're crying. You eat you don't care. You sleep you don't care. You eat you don't care. take take take take take. There's trouble it's coming. There's trouble it's coming. You eat you don't care. You sleep you don't care. You eat you don't care. take take take take take. It comes in drones and drones oh you're old enough to know it. you cannot stop yourself you take take take take take. You know that you ain't gotta put your shit on the other you know that you ain't gotta take take take take take. There's trouble coming coming. No time for information. There's trouble coming come you're crying you're crying. You eat you don't care. You sleep you don't care. You eat you don't care. take take take take take. You want it. You need it. You'd die for it.
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Burn It Down
02:18
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Your mouth is tatseless. Those lips are subject. You died in romance. Your heart's just a component. Burn it down. Your heart's on a wire. Those thoughts don't push me. I surround like an army. You're cool, confident, two-lined misfit. Burn it down. Those thoughts don't push me. I'll fucking kill you like an army. You're cool, confident, two-lined misfit. Burn it down.
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#3
01:51
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don't take it personal. You stand right there. I'll sit right here. You shut your mouth. I'll drink my beer. You stand right there. I'll sit right here. You stand right. You stand right. (my brain melting) You stand right there. I'll sit right here. You stand right. You stand right. Nothing to lose.
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Test Test
00:39
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Don't talk to me, you Nazi. You fucking piece of shit. Fuck off Julian, we've had enough of it. I'm punk. I fuck with law and order. In my ol combat boots. Downed body politic. Woke up in my own sick. I'm punk.
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BUTANNA Oakland, California
Vanessa - Vox
Jessica - Bass
Ben - Guitar
Sean - Drums
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