Youth By Daughter
"...And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong..."
Hospital Beds By Cold War Kids
"...I've got one friend
laying across form me
I did not choose him
he did not choose me
we've got no chance of recovery
joy and hospital
joy and misery
joy and misery
joy and misery..."
Cash and Carry Me Home By Ghostpoet
"...I know we fuss and fight here a little bit
I've a couple drinks worth a little bit
I'm beggin' you
Just carry me home home home home home..."
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