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Hostile, Mass

アーティスト:The Hold Steady  アルバム:Almost Killed Me 

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A knockoff necktie The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet I looked deep in his eyes I saw Lynn, Massachussetts She hung a sleeveless dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle Girl you gotta cover that He was gushing blood from wide open wounds And she decided that she loved him They put the screws into Charlemagne He had a detox dream he saw Christ in all his glory Charlemagne didn't feel any pain But he's bleeding from the holes in his story He said, "Hey my name is corey. I'm really into hardcore. People call me Hard Corey." Don't you hate these clever people And all these clever people parties In the park drinking Dark Bacardi Thinking things are funny when they really ain't that funny The kids on the corner they keep getting stung The color of our teeth matches the color of our tongues In the back bay fens getting gentle Up against the fence with some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle Dirty minds keep coming thru the mud The color of their eyes matches the color of our blood He had a painters cap, it said


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