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Salad Angry

I remember, kneeling before Parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building And I can't deny Since then I've wondered

well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl she says to me, "i don't like boys" i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand so i stand

She lost herself when the meds kicked in Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright' It's late and a stillness

down and out when i used to walk the same way home from school and i hoped i'd see her and then when i didn't i was crushed like the bully stole my lunch

two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand please tell me how does it feel, how

You've got to bring it down In my tribe, there's a way that everybody speaks In my town, there's a wall that no one there can see Nailed down, unwritten

Once I was lost for an ending I'd end it to try to begin Grit my teeth, close my eyes Turn my outsides in Put it out... If you take away the parts that

Holding out, for the long run This time thinking if I keep thinking This time thinking if I keep thinking sound Thinking sound, overdue.. Walls around

Prijevod: Salata, Angry. Wooo.