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Microwave
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Vomit
I used to only do this on the weekends But now it's almost every single night I hear ya down the hallway back there pukin' I hear your pompous college friends They're pukin' outside
So I pull out your drawers and fill up your sink Make everything exactly how You hate it all to be 'cause I'm not tryin to hold your hair No love will pass through me 'cause I'm far too cynical for Faith and make believe 'cause there's no such thing as love We just felt vulnerable Without a god, without a crutch Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Or anything else to lean on So I pull out your drawers and fill up your sink Make everything exactly how You hate it all to be 'cause I'm not tryin to hold your hair No love will pass through me 'cause I'm far too cynical for Faith and make believe 'cause there's no such thing as love We just felt vulnerable Without a god, without a crutch There's nowhere else, nobody else nothing
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