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Op. 1, No. 4
Released 1/2008
Written by Grant Valdes
Drums – Patrick Landreman
Bass – Pete Steffy
Guitar – Kerry Kallberg
Vox/Guitar – Grant Valdes
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She's dolling up while she's dumbing down
She'll miss her dress when it hits the ground
She's got a friendly market
She's got a boyfriend all night long
She fools herself into hating me
As if her nightmares were my decree
It's true, I saw it coming
I paid her nothing for my fill
Former noble
My Chernobyl
Do they watch you sleep?
Like I used to
On our honor
Back when you were free
Her kind of wake-up was vodka brunch
When I went dry, she went back to drunk
A sacrificial offer
Of herself to all mankind
I wonder how she imagines me
Am I a filled possibility?
I've nothing left to offer
I'll get in line like all the rest
Former noble
My Chernobyl
Do they watch you sleep?
Like I used to
On our honor
Back when you were free
Now you're filthy
Seen my angel
On the sidewalk?
Call her Angelique.
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