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I’m on a twelve step program and every step leads to your door
And I swear I’d follow you down bottles and rabbit holes

Cause all my riches fit into cigarette packs
And all my wishes lost in years I can’t get back

So down, down I go, down this yellow brick road
Paved with 24 carat gold, and the best of intentions

I painted towns red and set them ablaze, I ended up broken in so many ways
I painted towns red and set them ablaze, I ended up broken in so many ways

I’ll be stronger I’ll be bolder, I won’t look over my shoulder
I’ll count my sins when I'm older
And if my fingertips should harden and my breath just turns to ash
We’ll find some deeper pockets and some memories to stash
We’ll find some deeper pockets and some memories to stash

It feels like Armageddon, it tastes like blood between your teeth
I'd say it feels like dying, baby, dying is relief
I left a trail of gin and poison, so we know how to get back
Home is far and non-existent, it's easy to lose track

Pick me (apart), pick me (apart),
Pick me (apart), pick me (apart)
Pick me (apart), pick me

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from Let Friends Be Friends, released December 24, 2015

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Against The Odds Novi Sad, Serbia

Punk rock/hardcore band from Novi Sad, Serbia, formed in September 2011.

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