Acidic daydreams
Taste the nicotine
In the kitchen cooking
Dependent on my genes
It's morning routine
Drink the gasoline
Racing down the highway
Have sex for dopamine
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Eternal summer
A nuclear winter
Vacation on a plastic beach
What was once sweet's now bitter
Babysitter liquor
Middle finger teacher
Don't point the gun
If you're not gonna pull the trigger
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Last man on Earth
The day; it stood still
This is the end
But that's only relativity
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
12:51 - Carbon Copies Lyrics
12:51 - Carbon Copies Lyrics
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Acidic daydreams
Taste the nicotine
In the kitchen cooking
Dependent on my genes
It's morning routine
Drink the gasoline
Racing down the highway
Have sex for dopamine
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Eternal summer
A nuclear winter
Vacation on a plastic beach
What was once sweet's now bitter
Babysitter liquor
Middle finger teacher
Don't point the gun
If you're not gonna pull the trigger
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Last man on Earth
The day; it stood still
This is the end
But that's only relativity
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Taste the nicotine
In the kitchen cooking
Dependent on my genes
It's morning routine
Drink the gasoline
Racing down the highway
Have sex for dopamine
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Eternal summer
A nuclear winter
Vacation on a plastic beach
What was once sweet's now bitter
Babysitter liquor
Middle finger teacher
Don't point the gun
If you're not gonna pull the trigger
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Last man on Earth
The day; it stood still
This is the end
But that's only relativity
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Oblivious
Obscenities
The land before time
Your memory
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Tell me how it feels
When you're sick of yourself
Nobody be laughing
When it's just you; no one else
Cuz we're out of stock on variety
Only carbon copies, oh the irony
Writer: Trent Pepper
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