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SINGER: The Lawrence Arms
SONG:A Toast
You tell me that ya wanna go to heaven but you run around acting like you're gonna live forever you tell me that you're going through hell but you're puttin' others through it you say that i smell like i haven't had a shower in 23 days like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late a look like a stale face from a fresh grave with a chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage can you taste that beer with your back to the bar? can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard? ten cans, 4 a.m. friends, the sad thing is that you've always been like this moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse believe the lies that you tell yourself (and it'll never get worse) you tell me that my problem is thinking but i can chase it away with a problem like drinking you tell me you don't wanna get old but you've got a party on the line and a grave on hold like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette like a martini balanced on a whiffle ball bat when a hard wind blows it's gonna fall down when the wind blows there'll be broken glass all around like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside believe the lies that you tell yourself this is the only way to die
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