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Surfer Blood
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Catholic Pagans (Live in NYC)
Never could Be still for long And I could never hold a job.
Coupled with A weakness for cocaine and liquor Not much you can do for love.
When I met you, I broke the mold. I fell apart and combed my hair.
Whiskey stinks For ten whole days Stayed off the streets at night for weeks.
I don't wanna be a catholic pagan Now that you're here. We fell in awe each other for love, Survival, and everything else.
Please don't padlock Your parents' bomb shelter, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Or fill her up with dust and ash.
A landfill mecca For burnouts and whistlers, Adolescent sour mash.
I'm not saying That I'm unloved, But I could really use it now.
So turn out the lights Over and over and over, We'll figure out the rest somehow.
I don't wanna be your rush-in bride, Not anymore. But I could say Apollo would have a field day if he knew at all.
Sooo, I have to gooo... Ohhhh, have to goooo...
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