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The Lippies
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302
I sat collecting dollars in my open case
Had lost all hope for love until I saw your face
You and your friends were wasted, it was only six
I gave you my number, you gave me a cigarette
I was heartbroken, you were heartbroken
Full of excuses, who need common sense?
I think you're funny, I think you're cute
I'd like to drink my brains, my brains out with you
Say fuck the future, fuck the past too
We'll make a date for 302
We spent our nights on bong rips and 211
Sneaking into for sale apartments next to your parents house
Hiding in empty rooms until you came and found me
I was delusional, you were delusional
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Instant gratification for lives lived so unfulfilled
When the personal is political, you let go of friendships
When the personal is political, you can't offer them clarity
The personal is political when you learn that your friend is a rapist
The personal is political when you realize that nothing is more important than solidarity
It's not my place to tell you
It's not my place to forgive
With the pain you passed on I do not have to live
So right your wrong
Talk it out, talk it out or disappear
But know that this place is ours
And you are not welcome here
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