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Dying With Decent Music Lyrics

Artist: The Paper Chase
Album: God Bless Your Black Heart

Maybe better you than me
Youâ‚¬â„¢re much weaker, youâ‚¬â„¢re more clumsy
When I forfeit my patience to you
So maybe youâ‚¬â„¢ve had too much wine
Piggyâ‚¬â„¢s flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room

â‚¬Å“Your sideburns always smell like sexâ‚¬?
Little sister, your big brother, â‚¬Å“the fuckâ‚¬? wonâ‚¬â„¢t be smothering you
Or calling to his friends back east
â‚¬Å“Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadfulâ‚¬ my white slaveâ‚¬?
Let them die while some decent music plays

With my shit shoe stumbles thatâ‚¬â„¢s me dirty nails and awful thoughts
Iâ‚¬â„¢ll use the words used up on commercials
Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
This feeling I canâ‚¬â„¢t confine that to a rhyme
But maybe I can when I see you on the other side

See you on the other side where we would be released
Iâ‚¬â„¢d sell out everything if I could find such peace
See you on the other side where we would be released
Iâ‚¬â„¢d sell out everyone if I could find such peace
I will be free

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