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Who's gonna drink till theres nothing left?
Smoke until we turn ourselves to ash?
Fuck like we've run from your hands so long.
That wings might rip right through your back.
Of all my good friends,
too many were acquaintances.
Co-Workers, enemies, secretaries and police.
It takes a mouth about as wide, as the bags under my eyes.
With all the nightmares, im too scared to wake.
Is this what we work for?
Smoke until we turn ourselves to ash?
Fuck like we've run from your hands so long.
That wings might rip right through your back.
Of all my good friends,
too many were acquaintances.
Co-Workers, enemies, secretaries and police.
It takes a mouth about as wide, as the bags under my eyes.
With all the nightmares, im too scared to wake.
Is this what we work for?
Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter
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Tommy is in a band called Villa Vina, also on myspace. keep an eye out for re releases of where you are and where you want to be and the making of a conversation.