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the shy song
02:27
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i thought i had a moment; that i caught it.
now i've lost it.
see it coming / fluttering on by.
the tip of the ice is shy.
crippled enticing sky.
fluxing on consumption /
condescending on corruption /
indecisive eruption.
if you're what i know to be real, stick a thorn within my heel.
don't copy a cat, catch like pants.
have a fantastic day.
in this blue or red shirt.
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i was a faker before you
03:27
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when i left, it all left. // here i am, here we are.
when i left, i felt absolutely nothing. // you cameback and i feel absolutely...
here i am, this unborn child. // ...sad i am?
you've got a full-grown smile we mutually envy. // well, i've really been through hell and i need you here.
when i see you so okay, i seem so unwell. // when i see you so okay, i seem so unwell.
i might not know why. // i might know why, but just stop guessing.
but you see it cameback. // keep on trying.
here i am.
every sad line / every cut to your arms. // every i'm sorry / i love you.
our auras cross, i shoot up misery. // when we're this deep in, i won't ever leave.
emotion is haunting me. // why are you still here loving me?
i guess i got what i want. // i guess what i've got is it, but i guess i missed the boat.
i missed your loving touch. // never god / never good enough.
am i good enough? // are you fucking faking?
and are you faking it? // are you fucking faking it?
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for the soul
02:05
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picking off the sheep.
sleep is on my mind.
i'm never gonna get em off.
you're with me all the time in my mind.
fingers in a chainlink fence.
pushing through from a trance.
keepin' it in the souls of my shoes, and make 'em want to dance this time.
it's time for me to leave, but it's so sad when i say "bye".
all my worries flurry, scaffold eyebrow, brown eyes, love.
so...
talking talking talking.
i'm nervous, you're approaching.
i'm loving every sweaty-clammy-palmed moment of this time.
talking; this time you are all mine.
for the soul in my body, the laughter in my feet.
bringing it down a notch is just not the thing for me.
the crying my heart / the whimper you shut up.
crossing in my lungs.
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we're only actors
03:11
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Perplexed / I won't forgive you for this. / I'm sick. / How much harder can this get? / Like a penny, you're so worthless and make me feel worth it.
Colors burn right through the sides of my eyes. / Entwined out on the boardwalk in the sickly summertime.
We could go and just kiss this all off, but where does that get us? / Just listen to this chorus:
Let's go jumping off of these burning bridges. / Let's go losing our sanity or find it. / Let's get off of these lit up stages that our whole life is performed on and burn them down.
I'm upset, but I've got the choice. / Not a will, just a way. / I'm staring, but I can't see a single thing that they see.
I've just looking at the spaces between the words and all the shapes they make. / (In other words) I don't fucking care. / Nothing like a penny.
Cut away from the science and show up for me. / Cut away from the silence rise up for me.
Let's go pushing out and off and forget it all. / Let's go out punching and swinging; and, all belligerent and sappy, we can sing in our raspy tones. / We'll suck up to our "friends" and get the most of them.
I'll stop performing for you all, right now, and get down.
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mountains
02:51
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Could you lend me those lens for your secret? / What were those words you said again? / Because I loved you then / and I love them now.
Do you have the patience that's shallow but means well? / What do you intend? / Because it's odd... / I'm feeling warm instead of frozen; but now I'm burning up, and you don't mind.
Snowy eyes / flakes like blankets on covers / children cry without lullabies from their fathers / give up your pride, sad sappy sucker.
Riddled eyes / I will get all this one day / children lie / enchanted eyes / sand keg / black ice.
I wanna go home. / Take me home. / Gun it to home.
Nothing could thaw my regrets / your heart's perpetual / it's winter / and I won't forget.
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window in the skies
03:45
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god said, "it was a man"; he shivers.
under your wife he quivers.
god gave him a home that he locked away.
two good steps from him, borne out into the day.
god gave him grace. god gave him rage.
god gave him a heart, a key, and a rib cage.
he keeps it hidden underneath one lung.
god gave him protection. got gave him a gun.
he takes two steps forward. he kneels to the floor.
he asks god, "am i happy? cause i don't know any more..."
he sticks the barrel in his mouth to pull the trigger,
but that bullet got sucked up by his ego, there is nothing bigger.
god gave him nothing.
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8. |
another shy song.
02:14
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i thought i had a moment; that i caught it.
now i've lost it.
see it coming / fluttering on by.
the tip of the ice is shy.
crippled enticing sky.
fluxing on consumption /
condescending on corruption /
indecisive eruption.
if you're what i know to be real, stick a thorn within my heel.
don't copy a cat, catch like pants.
have a fantastic day.
in this blue or red shirt.
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9. |
broken bones
02:12
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admire myself in you.
02:38
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i was a faker after you.
03:35
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your ghost.
02:50
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haha still no lyrics.
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