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Everybody Kind Of Understands, Oh Yeah You Take Drugs And It Does Something To Your Brain And Then You Can't Stop. It's Easier To Describe That Shame, That Horrible Feeling Of Not Being Able To Control Your Own Life.

Anybody Who Cares Less About Wanting To Be Cool, I Think, Is More Interesting.

But I Can't Confront The Doubts I Have. I Can't Admit That Maybe The Past Was Bad, And So, For The Sake Of Momentum I'm Condemning The Future To Death So It Can Match The Past.

When Things Are Really Great, It Just Means Everything's In It's Place.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.