
Parking Lots Whitsett (Ft. Emery)
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Panic, Panic, Sound the alarm
Its all going down the tubes
The misery’s just getting started and
I know this ain’t that the worst you can do
Show up late and drag this out
A public place is what your cared about
Im feeling sick trying to get a word out
Try and catch my breath
Your gun is loaded
Try and catch my breath
If this is what it takes
To get this through your head
I’ll Take the left on read
I’ll Take the left on red
Get your car find you friends
Tell them anything but the truth
Make it seem like I’m crazy it
But eventually It’s gonna grab a hold of you
Try and catch my breath
Your gun is loaded
Try and catch my breath
Its all going down the tubes
The misery’s just getting started and
I know this ain’t that the worst you can do
Show up late and drag this out
A public place is what your cared about
Im feeling sick trying to get a word out
Try and catch my breath
Your gun is loaded
Try and catch my breath
If this is what it takes
To get this through your head
I’ll Take the left on read
I’ll Take the left on red
Get your car find you friends
Tell them anything but the truth
Make it seem like I’m crazy it
But eventually It’s gonna grab a hold of you
Try and catch my breath
Your gun is loaded
Try and catch my breath
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