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Chords The Other

: Dans un amour, faut d'la fierte, Pouvoir se taire, de la dignite, Savoir partir au bon moment, Cacher son mal en souriant, Et je me disais en marchant

Sims Words and Music By: Carter Robertson V1 I've got some quarters in my pocket They're about to burn a hole They're gonna match the one in my shoe

There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we?ve become Surrounded by the silence

He broke his old guitar He couldn't make it sing The strings had grown so worn They made his fingers bleed Soon after the event He made an acquaintance

for the revolution So who cares about the music if you pull the right styles? Conservatism with no sense of rhythm Reactionaries with Discharge LP's. One more power chord

She said she liked the way I kissed So cutting edge I slit my wrists I need to vomit disappear and kill those monsters in my mirror Out classed by losers