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Tekster: The Dear Hunter. Evicted.

I have been evicted
From a floor constricted
By the flaming fires
Came to life but gone cold

If you need a little cash just sell yourself to everything
A dollar in exchange for failing hearts
So loudly say
"Oh how I truly know the frame of mind, soothing softly curbside
Comfortably abrupt on a stone and ticket
All the pain wont last
Everything will pass when bed sheets are broken glass
And now your heart will skip a beat, and palpitate."

If you need a little cash just sell yourself to everything
A dollar in exchange for failing hearts
So loudly say
"Oh how I truly know the frame of mind, soothing softly curbside
Comfortably abrupt on a stone and ticket
All the pain wont last
Everything will pass when bed sheets are broken glass
And now your heart will skip a beat, and palpitate."

Its just that easy pick yourself up and go give the world a great big smile
Hey hey hey kid get a job
Wash that mouth out, ditch those morals, sleep your way right to right to the top
Hey hey hey kid get a job