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Knuckles White Dry - Gang of Youths
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Knuckles White Dry Gang of Youths

Knuckles White Dry - Gang of Youths
[Verse 1]
Deep in the breath of a carrier
Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario
No way in hell is this happening
To us, I don't care if it kills me
I promise you won't die
Swear, it's a sinker of sorts
It's a shitty occasion
We're driving my car from the city
Been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching
So where is the ticket
I'll park, you just leg it in

[Pre-Chorus]
And you haven't cried much or nearly enough
But I'll scream at your chest for as long as I must
'Til it hears me
Do you think it hears me?

[Chorus]
Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
The skin or the lungs
Not today
Nor tomorrow
It's no kind of living: afraid or unknown, let the dead be the dead
Let us live and disown
All pretending
From here until the car ride home
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