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Artist: Lagwagon download mp3
Title: Confession
Lyrics:
By now you should call me
We can work it out
I fallow it until the end of concession
"a falling out" I heard from them
There's no discretion
I'm burning out on this
By now you should be in a better place
And thinking for your self
It's not your axe to grind
And this is my latest confession
I hope you hear about it
Victims I know the saints come to call
And bring you obsession
To save you from your fall
Victim I know it wont be long
'till one worth possessing
Is one you'll never reach
Swallow it until the end
Of our concession
I'm sure i'll hear from you
Through them
There's no discretion
I'm burning out on this
And this is my latest confession
I doubt you'll hear about it
It's only indecision
This is your latest condition
I hope you hear about it soon
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Bye For Now
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Coffee And Cigarettes
Confession
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Drive By
Eat Your Words
Everything Turns Grey
Failure
Foiled Again
Freedom Of Choice
Give It Back
Goin' South
Gun In Your Hand
Hurry Up And Wait
Island Of Shame
Jimmy Johnson
Kids Don't Like To Share
Know It All
Lag Wagon
Laymens Terms
Lazy
Leave The Light On
Losing Everyone
Love Story
Making Friends
Mama Said Knock One Out
May 16th
Messengers
Move The Car
Mr. Coffee
Name Dropping
Narrow Straits
No One Like You
No One
Noble End
Of Mind And Matter
One Thing To Live
Over The Hill
Owen Meaney
Parents Guide To Living
Raise A Family
Randal Gets Drunk
Razor Burn
Restrain
Ride The Snake
Rifle
Rust
Shaving Your Head
Sick
Sleep
Smile
Stockin' The Neighbors
Stop Whining
The Champ
The Kids Are All Wrong
To All My Friends
Today
Tragic Vision
Train
Twenty-Seven
Unfurnished
Violins
Want
Weak
Whipping Boy
Wind In Your Sail
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