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Bayside - The Walking Wounded - They're Not Horses, They're Unicorns
The Walking Wounded
01. The Walking Wounded
02. They're Not Horses, They're Unicorns
03. Duality
04. Carry On
05. I and I
06. Choice Hops and Bottled Self Esteem
07. Head on a Plate
08. Dear Your Holiness
09. Landing Feet First
10. Thankfully
11. A Rite of Passage
12. (POP)Ular Science
You're pulling out your teeth
And I'm the Novocaine you pump in your cheek
That's why I'm still around, you've got blood running down your chin
But you suffered peacefully
She was a termite
Eating away at my roots
I was just a lost soul who needed a home
I was filling a void with you
And I can't, can't wait
Till you've see see seen
What death and disgust
Have done to me
And I spent three years
Wishing for two things
That one day you'd break
And I'd get to see
How all the choices you've made
Would drive you insane
I wish we never met
As angry as I sound
That's just the way I cover up, the way I feel
I've been that way for years and years
Slave to broken hearts and sex appeal
And she was a termite
Eating away at my roots
I was just a lost soul who needed a home
I was filling a void with you
And I can't, can't wait
Till you've see see seen
What death and disgust
Have done to me
And I spent three years
Wishing for two things
That one day you'd break
And I'd get to see
How all the choices you've made
Would drive you insane
I wish we never met
She was a termite
Eating away at my roots
I was just a lost soul who needed a home
I was filling a void with you
And I can't, can't wait
Till you've see see seen
What death and disgust
Have done to me
And I spent three years
Wishing for two things
That one day you'd break
And I'd get to see
How all the choices you've made
Would drive you insane
I wish we never met