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Cursive The Ugly Organ

better make(make!), make(make!), make it sting You're gonna' break(break!), break(break!), break a leg When you get on stage And they scream your name "Oh, cursive

you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, But these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins The songs from the ugly organ

Harold walks down any street of this town Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming Blood boiling & steaming There are things far too dark to comprehend Sleep on it one more

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony

of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again Sing along I'm on the ugly organ so let's begin There

love affairs You gotta' fake the pain you better make it sting you're gonna' break a leg when you get on stage and they scream your name "Oh, Cursive

if you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, but these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins the songs from the ugly organ

Harold walks down any street of this town both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and