1. |
Es Numero Uno
01:18
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Where are you El Generico?
Some say that you have died
Have you gone back to Mexico
To save an orphan child?
This guy we see on Tuesdays
They act like we don't know
But the way they seem to book him
Makes him look no bueno
Where are you El Generico?
Some say that you have died
Have you gone back to Mexico
To save an orphan child?
He could've been our champion
Had they given him the chance
El Generico es numero uno
The other guy is no bueno
Where are you El Generico?
I've heard what the people say
But I can feel it when my heart goes
Ole'!
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2. |
Like You're Still Alive
02:02
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There's people still writing on your wall
A little bit of attention for themselves at your expense
But it is what it is
A waste of time for those involved
Then they cry and they pray
Wasting every single day
Like you never died
Like you're still alive
But I can remember all the pain
I felt that night and for several days
After you came and stayed
At the bar drinking beer
Where I pissed the night away
Then they cry and they pray
I feel that every single day
Is just a fucking waste
Like you never died
Like you're still alive
Then they cry and they pray
I feel that every single day
Is just a fucking waste
Like you never died
Like you're still alive
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3. |
Ur Futon
02:01
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There's nothing negative in my life
But that was a stupid dream
For such a short time I didn't hurt
But I woke up and my eyes burn
The warm sunbeams are raging
The hurricane in my mind
Where I wanna lay here forever
I don't even wanna get up to take a piss
There's nothing negative in my life
But that was a stupid dream
Where I woke up on your futon
And I couldn't help breaking down
I just love you a lot less now
But I guess you'll never know
We'll never live another single day as we did
And that's totally fine by me
I'm so tired of being tired
So sick of being sick
That I waste away the hours
Just doing the same old shit
I'm so tired of being tired
So sick of being sick
That I waste away the hours
Just doing the same old shit
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4. |
Craig's Song
01:53
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Good luck walking in the rain
This car ride's so quiet
I know that won't change
So take your time, young darling
Cuz we'll be what we are
Days are getting warmer
As the sunlight begins to show
What we never saw before
When her eyes keep saying
Something I can't seem
To make it out
There's nothing more I can do
There's nothing I can do
My days keep getting wasted like my nights
Trying to find something to watch on your TV screen
So I lay in bed half stoned for this I know
I'll never be alone
Days are getting warmer
As the sunlight begins to show
What we never saw before
When her eyes keep saying
Something I can't seem
To make it out
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Justin Gore Oak Hill, West Virginia
I write songs and do tattoos for money.
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