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All My Friends - Wilson



     
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All My Friends Lyrics


Walk with me tell me again how you killed off the beast while we would sleep.
Down on your knees youre begging for it holding our hands, watching you die all over again
In your grave, while we slept, no ones there, to clean the messAll my friends are liars
Out to cheat to their deaths again
When all that's left is fire
Lets place our hands on it
You want in? then get in or get out, while you can cause all my friends are deadBrother, we're leaving these walls keep pushing us down, watching us drown
Suck out the poison its all we have holding us
Raise your head up, come.
All my friends are liars
Out to cheat to their deaths again
When all that's left is fire
Let's place our hands on it
You want in? Then get in or get out, while you can cause all my friends are dead
Come on bring the fire (hey hey)
Place your hands on it (hey hey)
Come now lay inside it (Hey Hey)
Let it burn your heart again

You want in? then get in or get out, while you can cause all my friends are deadYou're all dead. You're all dead.
Dead dead dead dead
Drowning while breathing, youre hoping your feeling, when your heart stops beating, everyone's watching you die.Dead. Sent your grave while we slept
You're dead. No one was there to clean up the mess
You're dead.
All my friends are liars
Out to cheat to their deaths again
When all that's left is fire
Lets place our hands on it
You want in? then get in or get out, while you can cause all my friends are dead
Come on bring the fire (hey hey)
Place your hands on it (hey hey)
Come now lay inside it (hey hey
Let it burn your heart again
You want in? then get in or get out!DEAD
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Wilson is not a fucking "internet band". They’re five dudes in a van with beards and big dicks- working harder than your parents. But instead of giving their all as stockbrokers or auto-mechanics or assistant branch managers their job is to destroy your party. Forget debates about the music industry, about download analytics, mp3 singles, and the “charts”. Screw genres. All that has nothing to do with music. But when that Wilson van cruises into your town that shit is REAL. Real MUSIC. Real LIFE. Real LOUD. Real SWEATY. And real fucking FUN.

Read more about Wilson on Last.fm.


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