Song | purse and fares |
Artist | Pile |
Album | jerk routine |
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purse and fares - pile | |
i was born on top a mountain | |
and now i can die underneath the sea | |
i was bold and it got strange | |
and i can float there just the same | |
plus who cares equals my brand new purse | |
and a couple fares | |
i ain��t runnin off but i aint comin home | |
to a place i��d rather not be | |
and i know that i can take that large microscope | |
that i have made | |
i��ll have to smash it on the pavement along the way | |
you do your best to wish me the worst | |
don��t flatter yourself by calling it a curse | |
nananabooboo | |
my snakes are my feet my knees my eyes | |
i��ma try to walk with my arms at my sides | |
i��m trying hard to get there alone | |
but the nerves are the hardest to shake | |
i thought i had to inch back while i started to slouch the other way | |
while i try and figure out how i��m supposed to pray | |
i��m not running off but i��m not coming home | |
to a place i��d rather not be | |
don��t give me guilt don��t send me hate while i sit here at the gate | |
just trying to pay my dues and my respects on the same day |
purse and fares pile | |
i was born on top a mountain | |
and now i can die underneath the sea | |
i was bold and it got strange | |
and i can float there just the same | |
plus who cares equals my brand new purse | |
and a couple fares | |
i ain t runnin off but i aint comin home | |
to a place i d rather not be | |
and i know that i can take that large microscope | |
that i have made | |
i ll have to smash it on the pavement along the way | |
you do your best to wish me the worst | |
don t flatter yourself by calling it a curse | |
nananabooboo | |
my snakes are my feet my knees my eyes | |
i ma try to walk with my arms at my sides | |
i m trying hard to get there alone | |
but the nerves are the hardest to shake | |
i thought i had to inch back while i started to slouch the other way | |
while i try and figure out how i m supposed to pray | |
i m not running off but i m not coming home | |
to a place i d rather not be | |
don t give me guilt don t send me hate while i sit here at the gate | |
just trying to pay my dues and my respects on the same day |
purse and fares pile | |
i was born on top a mountain | |
and now i can die underneath the sea | |
i was bold and it got strange | |
and i can float there just the same | |
plus who cares equals my brand new purse | |
and a couple fares | |
i ain t runnin off but i aint comin home | |
to a place i d rather not be | |
and i know that i can take that large microscope | |
that i have made | |
i ll have to smash it on the pavement along the way | |
you do your best to wish me the worst | |
don t flatter yourself by calling it a curse | |
nananabooboo | |
my snakes are my feet my knees my eyes | |
i ma try to walk with my arms at my sides | |
i m trying hard to get there alone | |
but the nerves are the hardest to shake | |
i thought i had to inch back while i started to slouch the other way | |
while i try and figure out how i m supposed to pray | |
i m not running off but i m not coming home | |
to a place i d rather not be | |
don t give me guilt don t send me hate while i sit here at the gate | |
just trying to pay my dues and my respects on the same day |