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Small Amounts / Liar of my Dreams

by The Prids

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We go through with it Half way out the door You want apologies You’ve given your last tour You saved your freshest hell Just in case I wanted to know you What’s that costing now? In the privacy of your heart Don’t make it easy if you can Burn down the house Bury the friends We’d never dream of it I could hardly afford the thought You’ll just get sick again And break the one we bought We know that nothings fair No one’s ever going to catch you We are small amounts And you just figured it out
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I've got a card up my sleeve Too bad it’s only a three The penchants The tolerance All the books you read build a nice regime Old fashioned, suicidal The kind we can all admire And I’ll be your pre-existing friend Oh don’t tell me You can’t tell me Where I made it up Where I come from I was never in love I get a little carefree It helps not to know anything The principals The consequence The liar of my dreams doesn’t always agree Guilt, regret, embarrassment Closer than we wanted to get Maybe this catastrophe Will have it’s affect on me

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released April 7, 2022

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