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I Hate Your Guts, Sunday Lyrics
Lost transmissions sent straight from my heart
Choked to death by my tongue
I'm drowning out distress signals with guilt
I'm not the one you'll come to trust until
Sunday, where did you come from? Someday, where did you go?
I waste my time on pointless things that tear apart my skull
I'm drowning out distress signals with guilt?
A pessimist with optimistic intent
Hurts to wake up, plans to break off people to ignore
I plan to take up where I left off
Burning hopes in hell
Choked to death by my tongue
I'm not the one you'll come to trust until
I waste my time on pointless things that tear apart my skull
A pessimist with optimistic intent
I plan to take up where I left off
Burning hopes in hell
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