I got an account.
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Fridge is FullFridge is FullFridge is Full
[intro/verse riff variation] dont worry baby, because life is ironic even if we did it it'll never show up positive and the cigarets are little cuts on the inside of our throats and the clean air is the only reason why I choke
[verse] battling the stage with a broken guitar and all these lost words wont get me very far and all the time in the world has left me with no time at all, I hope I don't break my own fall
and she said that it isn't that time and its dead, yeah even those savvy lines that rhyme its not movin and being


...Sure...Sure...Sure
[intro riff]
[verse] I'm exactly where I want to be [c] and August will nevver feel the same [f]
everyone's goin' home [c] and I'm styain away [f]
[bridge] living in the same places I've been [g] putting reasons to shame [f] [c]
[verse] can't talk like I know what Im talkin about Im still leaving things exactly where they were
cant you see, Im just a worthless person and im getting more than I deserver
[bridge] I would help my self but i can't and you're wrong everyone's giving in  


So Much For So Little In The..So Much For So Little In the Big Crevices of This Town [capo to the 6? or 7?]So Much For So Little In The..
[intro verse riff 2x]
[verse] come get it while its hot because after that it'll just be cold these next two months will mark so much more than getting old
like all the things I can't ignore I just want more drinking plenty of the hard stuff and trying to talk to the floor boards
waking up to transit lights and freaky looking sores can't we all just want more I want those "good" ol' massacres
that made my stomach sore forgot about


Simplicity Is ComplicatedSimplicity Is a Complicated ThingSimplicity Is Complicated
[verse] its 2:43 and I'm still typing crazily looking for words that might tell my story and its right here in my mind
and when its 2:44 I'll still want some more making things happen with the edge of my seat yeah its still all in my head
streets filled water and lights filled with sand its quite oppostie out here in this concrete land its a jungle
[chorus/lead into next verse played rough] I can't tell you how to live your life
[verse] because the good men
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If practice makes perfect, and nobody's perfect, then why practice?
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-Josh
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-Josh
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-Josh
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