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Intro
01:11
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Wasting Time
03:59
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Stare at the ceiling on a pillow full of stains,
My head is reeling, teeth look yellow and decayed.
If I'm not here tomorrow, you I'm leaving here today
I'm sick, I'm tired, I waste my time.
Sleep in the kitchen, head against the rumbling fridge.
My skin is itching, my fingers sink into my ribs.
But if you're not here tomorrow, you know you'll somehow need to pay.
I'm sick, I'm tired, I waste my time.
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City Slicker
02:57
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Three blood hounds walking down the corner of a main street.
Sent the girls inside, now they look for something good to eat.
One said 'I want something that'll make me alittle less bored,
But not enough to leave me lying dead on the bathroom floor.
(Give me the stuff, hurry up and go it alone)
I need you to hurry up now
(Lock the door, leave me some - don't play for keeps)
Come on, open up the door for me.
(Watch your back, put your feet up on the seat)
I need you to hurry up,
Sleeping dogs never seem to get their rest.
Spin around with a neon demon a slight sweat-sheen,
I'm the urban canine hanging out near the smoke machine.
Come out at night to give a little taste of the obscene,
3 lines racked up on top a cracked phone screen.
(Give me the stuff, hurry up and go it alone)
I need you to hurry up now
(Lock the door, leave me some - don't play for keeps)
Come on, open up the door for me.
(Watch your back, put your feet up on the seat)
I need you to hurry up,
Sleeping dogs never seem to get their rest.
(Give me the stuff, hurry up and go it alone)
I need you to hurry up now
(Lock the door, leave me some - don't play for keeps)
Come on, open up the door for me.
(Watch your back, put your feet up on the seat)
I need you to hurry up,
Sleeping dogs, always here to make ends-meet.
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Conversations
03:53
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I'm waiting, I'm pacing, I just keep drinkin',
Sitting at the bar I roll another smoke.
I see you staring right across the way
What's your name?
Flash your teeth through lipstick - shades of cherry red
Before you go, let's a have a drink - no talking to me.
These conversations are getting boring to hear,
Baby, please stop talking to me.
I'm just a liar - arrepentirse y repetir.
I'm strung out, you'll be my puppeteer.
I'm crazy, I'm shady, I hope that's something lacy.
I'm hazy, just taste me.
Then your nails sink in the side of my neck.
Then you ask, 'wait, what's your name?'
These conversations are getting boring to hear,
Baby, please stop talking to me.
I'm just a liar - arrepentirse y repetir.
I'm strung out, let's get the fuck outta here.
Wait, what's your name?
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The Hum Drums Melbourne, Australia
Rattling psych-rock duo from Melbourne.
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