Lirieke:
Every Time I Die Last Night In Town

I should be discontinued, I am a broadcasting embarrassment Hiss like the damned Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips I am not

to me But there's something in the way she moves Like I want to make me want you Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged I'd scratch through glass

has made you sleepy. you rest while i untie you, wait here until they find you. we've got some time before the reverie ends. i've combed my hair, brought

I was blown away And later on that fall at the Dixie Mall when I didn't know what to say I seen hidin' her hair and no dynamite but honey I was blown

landscape Surveillance operators our company can afford I have a very expensive pen, I use big words quite often In substitution for semantically equivalent words I

the game. i should be discontinued. i am a broadcasting embarrasment. hiss like the damned. decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips. i

to me. but there's somthing in the way she moves, like i want to. make me want you. tonight i feel like fame, dreary and estranged. i'd scratch through

appear startled. I didn't survive the crash. This is nothing personal. I just had to stop shaking. I'm sorry, but I don't feel as if I'm in any shape

tragic but i am sobering up). pick up the phone. tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war. my touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.