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Bethany I'm sorry, because I was feeling forward
And I know it's untoward, and all the boys will call you boring
But your body told a story, a story I could sell
Yeah you'll send me straight to hell, yeah you'll send me straight to hell
In a hand basket, a one-man casket
How much is at stake, how much can I take
In this city
In this world
Cut your hands, cut your hands
And get your teeth dirty
Cut your hands
Sit in my room
Sit on your car
Do I crave your attention
More than I crave you
Just want your watery grave
I like my fuel injected, it's how I'd rather be
I like to be respected, I like the smaller things
But a road is only so long and it takes you to the sea
And then you make the choices about who you'd rather be
So take back the glasses, the ones you gave to me
I'm tired of pretending that I know how to see
In this city
In this world
Cut your hands, cut your hands
And get your teeth dirty
Cut your hands
Sit in my room
Sit on your car
Do I crave your attention
More than I crave you
Just want your watery grave
Hey
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L-Surf
05:32
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Cause all of my songs
Fail to own up
For all that I've done wrong
I'm in a noise band
It's all wrong
I'm in a boy band
The birds scream
At me, all day long
They tell me it's not wrong
I never had it all along
You're gonna fail
Just be strong
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Vitamin A
03:48
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One, two, three, four...
So now I'm driving home
You left me out here in my car, all alone
And now it's getting late
You know I thought that we were out on a date
This isn't how it should be
You with yourself and I am stuck here with me
Oh won't you save me please
From my own atrocities
My friends say the problem is me
But I, I just can't believe
This isn't fresh insanity
Can't solve my problems with Irish whiskey
Won't you tell me please
Every little thing you're thinking about me
Because I'd love to sleep
Rest so silently without a dream
Because it's far too hard
To heal this scar
Where we used to dance
Because it's far too hard
To heal this scar
Where we used to dance
Won't you save me please
Cause I just can't be clean
And testing's seen
Every little thing that's wrong with me
Too much Vitamin A, not enough C
The less that we say about B
They say my blood pressure's high, it's obscene
But I think they're just being mean
Did you check for another piercing
I swear, I'm quite interesting
Because I'd love to sleep
Rest so silently, rest so silently
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Wild Oats
04:00
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I'm using, I'm using, I'm using you as bait
And I know I'm young, but I just can't wait
Motivate me
Make me scream your name
And draw my blood if we bleed the same
You're at the bottom of the sea
Regretting me
Take you home in my submarine
Sow your wild oats, more realistic than me
You sang about the things, you didn't wanna see
So fire your torpedos, signed by every one of the crew
And it hits home, a glancing shot
The many, the many, the many saves the few
You're at the bottom of the sea
Regretting me
Take you home in my submarine
Aphrodesiac, you caught my eye
Wearing plastic
Like the black of your eyelash, perfect lines
The sacrifice, that you didn't make
You've got to be brave
They'll say what they say
But I just thought I'd ask
Ask you anyway
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe, boys can't breathe
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe, boys can't breathe
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe, boys can't breathe
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe, boys can't breathe
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe, boys can't breathe
Cause boys can't breathe water
Boys can't breathe
And I can't swim
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Moonfaker Adelaide, Australia
Moonfaker started in the suburban depths of Adelaide, moulding themselves into a grunge four piece. Cutting their teeth and getting their hands dirty at house parties, bars and live venues, Moonfaker are armed with a tight repertoire of pixel-perfect indie rock songs and driving grunge-pop party tricks. ... more
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