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Favourite Things
02:41
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Friday afternoon there's no avoiding the thrill
Inescapable wasteland just over the hill
What a week it's been, I'm ready to spill
I'm so ready to write myself off
How bout you?
I catch you eye across the table
Grabbing both my hands, now I'm in danger
I feel the weight of your tits you're messing me up
Hey, tell me, could it be the whiskey?
Oh I'd like to know
Woah your smile kills me
And oh, I can't wait to see
Bump after bump ease my inhibitions
Thinking bout you and me in my kitchen
Such a squeeze I hope you're feeling it too
Hey, tell me, could it be the cocaine?
Oh I think so
Woah your smile thrills me
And oh, I can't wait to see
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5 Times
02:25
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He calls 5 x a day
He calls 5 x a day
He calls 5 x just to cross that line
Won't hear me when I say
He calls 5 x a day
Won't listen when I say
That I've had enough
And I've called his bluff
And it's time to walk away
Dysphoria
She cries 5 x a day
She cries 5 x a day
She cries 5 x when she drinks that wine
Just to wish it all away
She cries 5 x a day
Just to wish it all away
She's had enough and she's called his bluff
and it's time to walk away
Dysphoria
She dies 5 x a day
She dies 5 x a day
She dies 5 x when she's on that line
No balance here today
She dies 5 x a day
And she's cried it all away
She's had enough and she's called his bluff
And it's time to walk away
Dysphoria
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Turnaround
03:02
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She says "oh baby please come back to me"
She says "don't wanna let go"
She says "there's nothing there left for me"
She says "oh no no no"
Don't wanna turn around, there's nothing left
I need to walk away, I need to forget all the things you said
I won't turn around, there's nothing left
I need to walk away, I'll never forget
Life is a little bit too much for me
And I don't know how to move on
I know there's no coming back from this
And it's time to let it all go
Don't wanna turn around, there's nothing left
I need to walk away, I need to forget all the things you said
I won't turn around, there's nothing left
I need to walk away, I'll never forget
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Laughing at My Own Jokes
03:06
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There's something different, I woke up and I feel okay
Clouds are dispersing, a hint of sunlight in my day
Starting to think I'm completely over my own shit
Starting to think that it's time
I laugh at my own jokes cuz no one else will
I'm more than okay with that from here on in
And I don't give a fuck 'bout anything but my own business
And I can't tell you just how good that feels
Never wanna feel so low again
Never wanna feel so low again
Never wanna feel so low woah
No better feeling than realising I don't need you
The fog has lifted no varying shades of blue
Take it a step at a time
One foot in front of the other
I laugh at my own jokes cuz no one else will
I'm more than okay with that from here on in
And I don't give a fuck 'bout anything but my own business
And I can't tell you just how good that feels
Never wanna feel so low again
Never wanna feel so low again
Never wanna feel so low woah
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Lunch Break
04:46
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Late at night and I dream your arms around me
In my bed, feel the loneliness embrace me
Good times they seem so long ago
I start to tremble when I think of how you touched me
Get the shakes when I realise I'm alone
Good times they seem so long ago
Woah, I was not prepared for this
Woah, you never warned me
Woah, tell me, why does it hurt so bad?
Woah...
Filled with dread when I have to face reality
So much dread, just don't want to let you go
Good times they seem so long ago
Bit by bit, there's no time to let it break me
In my head, man, it's such a freaking shitshow
Good times they seem so long ago
Woah, I was not prepared for this
Woah, you never warned me
Woah, tell me, why does it hurt so bad?
Woah...
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On the Nose
03:14
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Gotta wonder how you sleep at night
Day after day you still live a lie
What the hell do you tell your wife?
You're shit, you're shit
Clear to me you don't give a fuck
Hoping soon you'll be out of luck
You've got no morals, Jesus Christ, you suck
You suck, you suck
Being loud doesn't mean you're good
On the nose
On the nose
So many reasons and there's more to come
On the nose
On the nose
Consequence? You just take the piss
On the nose
On the nose
Gutless wonder, you're a piece of shit
On the nose
On the nose
They kiss your arse, so many people fooled
The day will come they'll wake up to you
Association's all you've got it's true
You piece of shit
Fuck, it's hard but I bite my tongue
And somehow you still think you've won
I can't wait to watch a world of shit rain down upon you
Being loud doesn't mean you're good
On the nose
On the nose
So many reasons and there's more to come
On the nose
On the nose
Consequence? You just take the piss
On the nose
On the nose
Gutless wonder, you're a piece of shit
On the nose
On the nose
Being loud doesn't mean you're good
On the nose
On the nose
So many reasons and there's more to come
On the nose
On the nose
Consequence? You just take the piss
On the nose
On the nose
Gutless wonder, you're a piece of shit
On the nose
On the fucking nose
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The Snouts Brisbane, Australia
The Snouts play a blend of punk and ska, and whatever other genre they feel like inserting into songs as they see fit. Consisting of former members from local Brisbane stalwarts such as Fire Away! and Brisbane City All Skas, The Snouts bring together the raucous raw energy of punk, mixed with the smooth sensitivities of traditional Ska music. ... more
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