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No hard feelings, just let me sleep.
Picking scabs, flicking fleas,
My body crawls in it's own disease.

Breaking windows, losing friends.
Such a pitiful way to end,
as I slit my wrists on this tile floor.

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And with this throne of beer bottles and soda cans,
I will waste what's left of who I am.
I'm the King of Trash Island

Pushing daisies, picking flowers.
I could listen to Josh for hours,
as I peel the skin from my skeleton.

Well, Well, Well,
How the turntables!
Signing myself to major labels,
as I slip by can I slip under yr skin?

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Jules Burne New Haven, Connecticut

Emo music from connecticut.

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