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Another Suicide Song

from The Early Years by Insomniac Folklore

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I walk the streets of this old town tonight, there's a strange smell in the air and something don't seem right, as I step out from the curb the ambulance turns to the right, had they gone any faster they'd be taking me as well tonight. Because I'm a cold sickly creep. All of his friends held vidual though they know it was already too late, because nine his of heroine is too much for anyone to take, so the search lights search the sky, perhaps and angel would pass us bye and all of the bill boards are talking to me tonight, wrinkled and worn and tattered and torn they say hey boy you've gotta get warm! Well yesterday is a memory and tomorrow a dream and life love and death aint at all what they seem, and today I am dead and tomorrow alive may the morning come quickly that I might survive, should I fall off the bridge should I slip on the knife, dear God an answer I'm betting my life, tell me why! So the sun came up the next morning, soon came a quiet afternoon, its not my place to chose when it is I go.

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from The Early Years, released June 10, 2014

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Insomniac Folklore is a band of lovable hooligans who play songs of joy and doom.

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