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the ghost (band) - red slippers red wheels lyrics

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in a traffic jam with sweaty hands
the kids we hype up just to drop
these few pretty faces in ugly places
the small towns where we would never stop
sh-tty scenes and tired schemes
all this art it makes me sick
and i always wrote better than i spoke
you couldn’t even read my lips
home is where the heart is
mine is scattered by miles and time
on this slow suicide with a pack of smokes and cheap bottle of wine
p-ssing trends and p-ssing friends
magnets floating in a metal sea
in a world of ghosts all overdosed
placebo pills at the pharmacy
arguments and your two sense
all this talk it makes me sick
and i always wrote better than i spoke
you couldn’t even read my lips
in this empty room
i will live with my mistakes
hold this straw untill it’s gold
it will or i will break



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