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(Secretly) I Hate You
03:00
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I would walk through hell and back for you.
And I would tie your shoes if you asked me too
I really wish there were a better way to tell you how I feel,
but I guess a shitty song will have to do.
I'm a shitty singer, but that's fine.
My chord progressions are stupid, but I don't mind
I really wish there were a better way to tell you what I think.
And sing you those, instead of send you lyrics by Blink.
I could wait a thousand years to hear you say you're ready,
but I would wait a thousand more to hear you say we're steady.
I'll hold your hand, I'll hold your purse, I'll hold your hair while you puke.
Because even when you're covered in beer and spit, I still think you're cute!
I would take down a hornets nest for you,
without protective clothing if you asked me to.
I guess that's a pretty good way to tell you how I feel,
because I really hate those little fuckers, they sting you and shit and it hurts.
I know it's silly that I wrote this song,
I know that it probably sucks and it's kind of long!
But this is the way that I really feel about you.
And I would do anything, yeah I would do anything, yeah I would do anything if you asked me to.
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We met at midnight, we all grabbed our bikes
and rode down to the shore.
With cold wind blowing, our noses running.
Yeah, we pedaled as fast as we could.
And when we got there, we all just stared
at the shoreline's push and pull.
We drank 'til morning, then the sun came up
to say goodnight,
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I swore I'd write a song about the shit
that happened to us a couple months ago
it was cold, it was cold, it was cold, it was cold.
It was sometime in early November,
we made it all Last 'til December.
Then it all fell apart, but you know how that goes.
It was Christmas time,
I was living in my parents house, trying to get out.
You were going to college, and trying to move on with your life.
We didn't know what to do, but the feelings that we had got us through
all the stupid shit that'd happened in our lives.
(But wait, let's go back to the first time we met)
We met at a party, our friend was going off to war.
I sat on the couch, you sat on the floor.
I didn't think I had a chance
I knew nothing about romance
but I still gave it a shot and I tried my best.
I tried my best.
(Okay, now we can go back to what I was talking about in the first place)
So Christmas came,
and unfortunately I didn't have a dime to my name.
I was ashamed, I was ashamed, I was ashamed, I was ashamed.
You came over with a brand new guitar,
it's the one I still play today.
And I didn't know what to say.
So to pay you back, I'm trying to get my life on track.
And I'm still trying to get you back.
So, Merry Christmas. I wrote this song for you.
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South Holland
02:17
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Honesty in ancestry is nothing to believe
we're all liars and we're all cheats
Catastrophy and amity make superficiality
And common sense and decency make nothing but conformity so sing
Burn the world and all the people too
Save yourself and others close to you
I have friends that quit their jobs
Cause their stocks went through the roof
and I have friends who work 9 to 5
DRUNK AS SHIT OFF WHISKEY, 90 proof
Burn the world and all the people too
Save yourself and others close to you
Nothing in life is guarenteed
So grasp your individuality
Burn this world
Burn your fears
Burn your hate
and burn your tears
Burn your boss
Quit your job
But most importantly of all
Don't burn the ones you love
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And I'll be here forever
Or until I just die
And I'll see the concrete river
Like the one I can't cry
And I'll search for a reason the whole worlds love to lie
And I'll hope the tide is turning for my sweet baby rye
And You know, And you know I swear this
We'll have community one day
Build a family out of strangers down the way
Build a family out of strangers down the way
We will learn from each other
As we build something pure
We'll teach each other to live
Learn the meaning of secure
This is the end of servitude
We will learn to sweep our own floors
Teach each other to love
We need no less, no more
We need no less, no more
And You know, And you know I swear this
We'll have community one day
Build a family out of strangers down the way
Build a family out of strangers down the way (x2)
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Gina, From Constantine Chicago, Illinois
Two twenty-something year old kids who write songs about community, and other corny things.
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