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Fake Tides - S.I.A.S.
02:46
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I don't wanna cry anymore
But you keep telling lies
And how am I supposed to cope with you
When you keep telling lies
Stop feeding me, stop feeding me, stop feeding me lies.
Stop feeding me, stop feeding me, stop feeding me lies.
You go on again with the same old shit,
And I keep staying with you,
But why do I have to keep on breathing weird
When all you do is make me cry
Stop feeding me, stop feeding me, stop feeding me lies.
Stop feeding me, stop feeding me, stop feeding me lies.
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I'm alone with you, the moment feels so right.
Make the first move, kiss and hold me tight.
My touch on your lips, make me feel wild inside.
The look on your face, drives me crazy tonight.
Comfort me,
Make me feel at ease,
Tonight,
Will be the last time I'll see you.
Don't run away, stay for one more night.
I know it's pretty late, but will you give me one more try?
I wanna feel your lips, it keeps me sane inside.
The look on your face, drives me crazy tonight.
Comfort me,
Make me feel at ease,
Tonight,
Will be the last time I'll see you.
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The Shivs - Gnarneasada
03:21
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Screamin' down Beach blastin' 5 to 9,
Get it tattooed cause I'm down for life.
Nothing but speedin' is on my mind,
Tires makin' smoke as I'm turnin' right.
Gettin' bogged down on the 405,
What a shitty time to be alive.
All I really wanted was to go for a drive,
Now I'm just stuck here wanting to die.
Half way home and still suffering,
Don't think I'll ever leave the house again.
I'll never take the Buick for another spin,
Even if it means losing all my friends.
Headed on down to San Diego,
Gonna hang out with the Fake Tides bros,
There's no way I'm saying no,
To some gnarneasada tacos.
I really gotta stay away from this,
I do.
I really wanna stay away from you,
It's true.
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I'm vomiting while skatin' home,
I'm huggin' on the toilet bowl,
Cause I'm a suffering bastard.
I usually don't stay out this late,
I'm a volatile mixed drink.
Cause I'm a suffering bastard.
I'm not remembering last night,
I'm pretty sure I lost a fight.
Cause I'm a suffering bastard.
They're gettin' made extra strong,
I don't think I'll last that long.
Cause I'm a suffering bastard.
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The Shivs Fountain Valley, California
A three piece rock band consisting of Michael Biedermann, Kevin Romano, and Jacob Lacayo out of Fountain Valley, California.
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