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Lounge
02:19
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His breath smelt like cigarillos,
And her breath smelt like wine
To everybody watching,
They were having a real good time
It was his last breath,
Little did he know,
She kept a 45 in her pocket,
And oh boy was it going to blow
He leaned over and whispered in her ear,
"Talk me some dirty slang"
So she leaned over with her finger on the trigger,
And yelled, "bang, bang, bang"
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Carved his name on your head,
But you better fuck your man,
Or you'll be canned
Liquid eggs,
A headache,
And Dirty hands
Drilled his face in your eyes,
But you better fuck your man,
Or you'll be canned
Liquid eggs,
A headache,
And dirty hands
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3. |
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Girl in my dreams,
You always keep me company
You're always in my head,
But i really need you to leave
How'd I get this bored?
Why did I plant this tree?
Thought it could be blessed,
But it's a fucking mess
It's caught in my hair,
The worst kind of treason
But I don't really care,
I wait for a change in season
But oh my god I can't think on the fly,
And oh my god, the problem is clear in the sky
I learned to shut my mouth,
Clogged it up with paper towel
I cut up my knees,
Trying to get you out of here
How'd I get this bored?
Why did I plant this tree?
Thought it could be blessed,
But it's a fucking mess
It's caught in my hair,
The worst kind of treason
But I don't really care,
I wait for a change in season
But oh my god I can't think on the fly,
And oh my god, the problem is clear in the sky
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4. |
Brittle and Bare
04:21
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Brittle and bare,
The bed he lied on there
Every night until dawn,
For purposes so wrong
Take this pill and the glass,
Don't refuse the past,
It comes and gets you fast
Oh as I bleed,
Behind the door you watch,
And let me go
Take the pistol and the seeds,
Hide them good from me
For I will be back,
With a wrath too deep to see
Fire lights the road,
And low and behold,
They sent the wolves on me
Oh as I bleed,
Behind the door you watch,
And let me go
As I walk into the room,
The crowd starts to bend,
I can see for hours,
But they can't see what's in front of them
Oh as I bleed,
Behind the door you watch,
And let me go
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5. |
I'm in the Way
05:38
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Constant flame,
Burning in a grave
Always balancing either and or
It's the same old place,
Just fumbling with fear,
And tree's that know what is wrong
Grass that grabs my air,
Air that fills up my lungs
With everything bending,
I run
I'm in the way of gravity and nature's grace,
I'm in the way,
I'm in the way
Pull me out of this womb,
Open the windows of this room
I'd scratch my name on the wall,
And watch nature stand tall
Combing my hair with a crucifix,
I feel like Arya,
Drinking piss
I'm in the way of gravity and nature's grace,
I'm in the way,
I'm in the way
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6. |
Pissed Jeans
01:53
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Grew up in pissed jeans,
Now I'm just trying to stay clean
Pulled on to a side street,
Covered in concrete
And everything,
Fell around me
Balanced joy with grief,
And pulled out my teeth
Grew up with slit wrists,
Now I'm just boiling tea leaves
Forget everything I did,
Forget everything I'll do
A smell of garbage,
A blood stain,
Is all that will remain
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7. |
Either Or
02:52
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I can see an old man,
In a valley,
Eating something,
That he made
His face is tired,
Cause he don't want to show you what he's done to me,
Or what he'll do to you
His skin is covered,
In dirt from labour
It's built up over,
All his time
And I don't want to look into his eyes,
Cause I'm afraid to follow in his demise
So when I get hungry,
Find a way to stop me,
From getting angry,
At Limos
And then I'd see,
It isn't sympathy I've been chasing,
But vacancy in a state of relief
And then I'd swallow,
My pride like yellow jackets,
And follow Edesia
It would take a while to pull,
But I would find that I am quite full
Been building a room,
Filling it with prophecies
And it almost seems done
I've got quite a collection of detailed notes and coloured slides to scope,
But there's a tunnel,
Leading somewhere,
Pulling on my hair,
Telling me to stay
And the worst part about it is,
I'm not sure if I believe in it
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8. |
Rip Off of a Better Song
04:22
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Don't want to sound empty,
But everything I feel isn't there-
It's gone,
Somewhere I'm unsure of,
But I don't care-
There's nothing,
To be happy for,
I'm just a glare from the endless light that's cast upon the ground
Don't want to look dead,
But where else can I lay besides this grave?
I guess,
I could take a walk or catch a train,
To where,
My feet won't burn and solace is even in pain
But does such a place even exist?
Don't want to sound angry,
But everything I do ends up free
Looks like,
I'm not good enough to be released,
Or even,
Given the chance to relocated this stream of thought,
That rests inside of my brain
Don't want to grow old,
Cause what's the point in staying around,
And seeing,
Everyone I know enter the ground?
Please bury me first cause I don't want to hear the sound,
Of crying,
Coming from all of my hopeless friends
Don't want to be me,
A boring, lonely excuse of a man who can't,
Make up a decision or make a plan
Why don't,
I drop out of school,
And join a clan of people,
All balanced on a beam?
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