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Bikes Down Basements
03:05
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It's 2014 or something,
Forget everyone I loved for nothing,
Drinking beers and loving people I barely know.
Get drunk and lie in bed with me,
Tonight I feel like another person who's happy.
Get drunk and lie to me, and lie to me so I'm happy.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
My car's broken down and now I'm in debt to the towie,
He calls me a piece of shit (fuck off), it's like he doesn't even know me.
I spent all my money on spirits, so I can have a bit more spirit,
I'd try to explain it, but I'm not quite coherent.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
And when I'm over .05,
I'm always tempted to drive.
But I have a bike now,
So I can always ride.
My friends say the the same rules apply to me,
Which is lucky because I still find it hard to control my feet, after drink number three.
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, I'm getting high, I'm getting high,
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, learning how to ride my bike,
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, learning how to ride my bike
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, learning how to ride my bike
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high and learning how to ride my bike in the basement.
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, I'm getting high, I'm getting high,
I'm getting high, I'm getting high, I'm getting high,
Learning how to ride my bike,
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94 Apollo
04:25
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I'm driving down Shannon Avenue,
To try and find something new.
I'm wearing long sleeves, in forty degrees.
I'm buying three dollar wine and expired cheese.
I don't know how to be more than this.
And I'll say "Tell me why, this won't be good enough for me."
"Tell me why I can't live in my conformity".
Only I can change me, and that use to scare me,
It use to scare the living shit out of me.
Treat my body like an overgrown junkyard,
With mental stability we've all learned to disregard.
I wanna be free, from what people expect of me.
I wanna be free, from what people expect of me.
And I'll say "Tell me why, this won't be good enough for me."
"Tell me why I can't live in my conformity".
Don't sit by and watch the world go by.
Tear down what you know and learn to fly.
Stretch your wings and learn to fly.
"If you stretch your skin you'll yearn to die"
"Stretch your skin and you'll learn to die"
I wanna be free,
From what people are expecting of me.
I wanna be free,
From what people are expecting of me.
I wanna,
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
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