Yeah, life can be like scraping your tongue on a hairbrush. Naw, but I’m not going to verify that for us. A bit much, that. I’ll gladly jump off a bridge with you though.

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Any Ol’ Time

Every day I lie
Every time I try
Someone’s gonna die
Gotta push it in a little bit closer

Running through my vein
Cutting in the strain
Heaving through the pain
Wake up feeling like a rancid poser

Thought we were better
You see how they get her
If I can’t ignore this
I think I’ll burn in

Where then the weather
For heathens or heather
If I could become this
I think I’ll burn inside

In the middle of the night
The criminal coming our way
I can’t believe in the animal
I’ve been playing today

And if I ever want a way out
Hear a warning on the wind as to say
I’m here, I’m searching for answers
To silence my mistake

Every day I lie (Every day I lie)
Every day I lie (Every day I lie)
It burns inside

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Bonus content for you though:

Have you ever tried toast with cheese and jam? There’s not much like it. I hear I’m strange for my European tastes, but cherry jam on Swiss? Unless you’re a white bread kind of guy, I highly recommend it.