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Please just hear these words
Please don't close your eyes
We both know you're used to being on the winning side
There's much more to privilege than having the most money
We try to tell you when you're wrong, but you just think it's funny
Your bone headed views and your bone headed boy
I've got a bone to pick with you, so let's stop being coy
You call yourself an ally
You call yourself a friend
You call me at least twice a week
And that's not where it ends
You refuse to fight for change if it doesn't affect your life
You refuse to see through other people's eyes
Maybe you will admit you're wrong
If you hear it in the form of a song
You refuse to use your privilege to anyone else's advantage (x1,000)
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Untitled
02:42
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I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on proximity
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on the way I think of me
Another night of stolen conversations
Another night of miscommunication
Another night of lowered expectation
Another night of-
The tattoo on my leg says "Never get Tired"
But I'm growing tired of thinking of you
Is that what "best friends" mean to you?
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on proximity
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on the way I think of me
The tattoo on my leg says "Never get Tired"
Is that what "best friends" means to you? (x 1,000)
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Princess Peach
04:28
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I keep thinking about self medication
In the form of caffeine, nicotine, and your Spotify stations
'Cause Nancy from the IHOP on 19 and Curlew
Knows I take my coffee without creamer because of you
And this may seem like a trivial memory
But I can't go three days without wondering if you still think of me
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me the way I think of you?
'Cause all I wanted was a hand to hold
And someone to share my pack of menthol cigarettes
And all you wanted was a shoulder to cry on and sex
You're so full of yourself
You'll probably tell of my ex-best friends all about this song
I wrote, where I don't mention your name
But you're pretty sure I wrote it about you
I only wish you could understand
I spent the past two years living inside my head
I was too goddamned busy hating myself
To even consider loving anyone else
Anyone else
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T+
02:48
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I've never seen 7th Avenue so crowded before
People on the streets, on the sidewalk, in all of the stores
Wel,, I know I should feel like these people are my peers
Well, I hate to be cliche, but I feel alone in the crowd here
Ian McKaye sang of feeling like a black sheep
Feeling out of step to the people stepping around me
Well, I'm all for pride, and I'm all for fighting the man
Btu if you're so goddamned inclusive, why can't you include "they/them?"
You added a pink stripe to your flag
You added a pink stripe to your flag
But you can't act like you added anyone at all
You added a pink stripe to your flag
You added a pink stripe to your flag
But you can't act like you added anything at all
(x 1,000)
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I Look Up to Jim
02:03
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If I thought you would hear me
I would tell you that I'm sorry
So, if you're listening
I'm sorry for everything
But can we all stop pretending like we're not both guilty
I know I've got blood on my hands
But yours are fucking filthy
Can we all stop pretending, 'cause that's what fucking kills me
I know our death was by my hands
But you made it come so quickly
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