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fuck shit up (demos from may 2012 to now)

by camping in alaska

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driving my car. thinking about you. all hopes are laid to rest but we'll all be with them in the end.
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everyone you love is crumbling down around at your feet. everyone you hate is rising up in success around you. sixteen year old girls with petty problems, stupid drama. i don't give a fuck, i left you long ago. say it's unfair. scream it's unfair. and it's so sad. but i guess that's life. darling, i know we'll make it someday. but until then, we'll have to write it right.
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lakeshore 02:13
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turnover 02:26
turnover. rollover. i'm so dumb. you're so cute. you call me sweet. i call you beautiful. you are everything i wanted. you are everything to me. you are everything i wanted. you are everything to me.
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green 01:38
fuck this.
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and i listened to pump fake 3000 times and wished i could find my place, my generation. sitting home alone after a fucking shitty show where no one showed up like they said they would. and now we're grown ups. we're fucking grown up. with a bummed out swan song wasted on closed ears. fuck this fuck everything no one even cares i wish they would care. i hope that i die so people might listen to the songs i write, or wrote.
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intro 03:54
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released August 21, 2012

jacob stewart, ben cape, jacob hill, and austin davis. photo by austin davis of jacob hill's face. owen farrow played bass on "...and now it's perfect for yoga!" brian zaremba produced "lakeshore".

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