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cky — Shippensberg

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Colors and numbers And there's so many never be seen It's not the big picture Nothing The system that we call...
I am immortal Oh no you can't But you will never know it I drive the night category Satisfy...
The white is wide What is on the other side Blackened sky You won't believe your own two eyes The highest...
What if the present Suddenly became the past future The systems reroute the situation Lead to another with the black sun...
You better watch out, you better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna...
F-F-F-Foolin Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, YEAH! Fuckin FOOLIN'...
You know what makes me happy The things that make you sad The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I want cheese but I can't digest the shit I'm on a leave in the middle of Washington These are some of the things I can't...
You can't stop it if I stop you I can Here comes Jess, the garbage man Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place...
Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso I'm-a give it to you now Who like my chopstick




You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
The feel that I control have you press rewind



And now I'm on the wings
Hoping that you'll hear
Don't bother to respond
You love to hear me again
And when the sun beams down all of your lies
Close, close, yeah close the light

The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
Close, close, yeah close (conscience)



I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played




[Thanks to disintegrated_assimilation@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]



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