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Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance


Background information
Origin Sacramento, California, United States
Genre(s) Post-Hardcore
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) Rise Records
Website Website
Members
Jonny Craig
Jon Mess
Will Swan
Eric Lodge
Matt Mingus
Former members
Alvaro Alcala
Sean O'Sullivan
Jason Ellis
Zac Garren
Tim Feerick
Dan Snook
Kurt Travis



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Dance Gavin Dance Lyrics

"Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2" lyrics


Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home,
I'll stop the world, 'cause this plan is slow,
Wait across the street in the parking lot,
The tree is dead, the front door is locked.
The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled,
Grabbed us by the throat, then I choked and stumbled,
This will never work, this will never work,
Check my pulse as I swallow dirt.

I'm cutting myself with my own morals,
I never meant to write about you. (I never meant to write about you.)
The one contact that I loved so much,
But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
(Your licensed, M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe.)
Oh, the dullness of existence.
(Your licensed, M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe.)
Oh, the dullness of existence.
(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight.)

And I have no sympathy for this,
He needs somebody else to leech off of. (Somebody else to leech off of.)
The one contact that I loved so much,
But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
(Your licensed, M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe.)
Oh, the dullness of existence.
(Your licensed, M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe.)
Oh, the dullness of existence.

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it's fucking mind over matter.
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it's fucking mind over matter.
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it's fucking mind over matter.
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it's fucking mind over matter.

My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can't forget.
My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can't forget.
My concepts are rested...

If you're gonna wear the uniform you better sell the cookies,
Don't come to my house asking for a handout.
If you're gonna wear the uniform, sell the fucking cookies,
Don't come to my house.

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