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Oh, won't you help me drown? Everything is sentimental I got a crooked frown and a brand of isolation It's something evil But it's nothing to freak you out We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline I guess we're born to die, I could meet you in the middle I need a quick stop, God, and a brand new medication It's nothing simple But we don't need to drag it out We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline The taste of gasoline From Letras Mania