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Imipramine​/​Hugo Stiglitz split

by The Orchestra Of Hugo Stiglitz

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1.
For a while now I've said some things I should probably regret Mostly because they've led me to losing a close friend Sometimes some drastic change will scare me but I can get over it Sometimes I can just act like I'm not affected And when you go go go, I hope that you'll know I don't really give a shit about any of the things you said They all just went right through my head, I wasn't listening And when you turn around to scoff, I'm just gonna flip you off I suppose I should feel bad but I don't I suppose I should feel scared but I won't Instead I'm just gonna continue on living my own fucking life The way I have been for such a long time And when you go go go, I hope that you'll know I don't really give a shit about any of the things you said They all just went right through my head, I wasn't listening And when you turn around to scoff, (you know) I'm just gonna flip you off
2.
When I was born I was crying and I'm sure I'll be crying when I'm dying Oh god I hate myself and I hate everything too I'm living the DIY lifestyle But then again so is everyone else I hate when people try and act like I'm strange They're just the ones forcing to me to change Oh god I hate myself and I hate everything too I guess I just have one more thing to say I'm pretty sure everything should be fine I don't really know what to do with my hands when I talk Why doesn't anyone actually like me? Is this all just in my head? Maybe I'm a bad person overall Oh god I hate myself and I hate everything too
3.
Catastrophe 03:12
I've got your record still Do you want it back? I might just send it in the mail But I know that I've had it for a year So you might as well just come here What if that stirs up some weird feelings deep inside me? What is it going to do for you? Oh you know it's just the way that it goes I think that I could love you still Oh but I don't think I could tell you how I feel Because it would be a catastrophe for me I've got your sweatshirt still hanging in my closet Do you want that too? I haven't worn it but at least I washed it once I'm just gonna fucking send that too Oh you know it's just the way that it goes I don't think that I love you still Oh but I don't think I'm ever gonna tell you how I feel Because it would be a catastrophe for me
4.
When I think about how you love all the stuff that I hate It makes me hate you more, right to the very core When I think about how you talk so fucking loud, It gives me a headache and I have to look down When I think about how you drive past my house late at night But you don't think that I know you're there It makes me wish you were dead It makes me wish that you'd never existed It makes me want to cry And then I sigh When I think about all the arguments we said They fill my head and I feel funny When I think about the day that we broke up I start to choke up and I cry It makes me wish you weren't real It makes me wish I didn't know quite how to feel It makes me want to die And then I cry Because I don't want to die But then I wouldn't have to sigh It makes me wish you were dead It makes me wish that you'd never existed It makes me want to cry And then I sigh
5.
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

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released March 20, 2014

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