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- Planet Earth Nineteen-Ninety-Four
1994, fucked up on listerine
Smoked anything we got our hands on
Loved anyone we got our lips on
Made excuses to not like green day
But we wore the tape out anyway
What our friends don't know won't hurt them
Of course they were doing the same thing
- Worn Out Passport
I wanna die with a worn out passport
In the pocket of stolen jeans
On a beach somewhere I've never been before
Full of people I've never seen
And I want my body filled with
More alcohol than blood
Don't take this as self destructive