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Keychain - The Menzingers
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Keychain The Menzingers

Keychain - The Menzingers
I feel my teeth turning black
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck
My instrument at last
I'll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speaker
At my attempts at serious
Won't hold a candle to the rest
Won't hold a candle to the best

More like a keychain flashlight busted
I'm adolescent novelty
With awkward wording I'm generic generica

I feel my lungs turning black
I feel the smokestacks closing in
Dirty fingers prewritten dreams
Selling life as a machine
I feel my aching bones inside me
Shrivel away like artifacts
With an ensignia on the back
Lettered and taped in body bags

More like a keychain flashlight busted
I'm adolescent novelty
With awkward wording I'm generic generica
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