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HUNDRED POUND DEVILS
03:57
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all this grass lookin' too intact
gonna roll right over this artifact
there was just no tellin' what I would do
what kind of venomous acid i'd spit at you
but we play the game
we play the game
we didn't hate the idea
we didn't hate the idea
but for one mere moment we were living in peace, 'cause
we didn't hate the idea
you had colors doing donuts 'round the spins in your eyes
bragged that everything around you seemed to just syncronize
no more little charms, and no more loyal friends
but these hundred pound devils, I did not intend
and we played the game
we played the game
we didn't hate the idea
we didn't hate the idea
but for one mere moment we were living in peace, 'cause
we didn't hate the idea
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LOVERS AND LEAVERS
04:13
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don't whisper anything in my ear
because you know that's the sound, I really wanna hear
deadbolt knees on a hardwood floor
all the praying in the world, ain't gonna make it like before
lovers and leavers, consumers and friends
alone in an odd room picking up ends
lovers and leavers, buyers and friends
nature's finest
flowing through the sinus.
no more apologies, but i'll confess
nothing empties out my pockets like emotional duress
i'm not gonna spare another whispered prayer
the receiver is gonna drop, the collector doesn't care.
lovers and leavers, consumers and friends
alone in an odd room picking up ends
lovers and leavers, buyers and friends
hold my soul till nothing but the air pumps through
all right, i'm a mess, i'm slipping out of consciousness.
just two wet dogs in a limousine
driver rather have a smoke, no one wants to intervene
two dead fish living bottoms up
we got candles on the table, we must be growing up.
lovers and leavers, consumers and friends
alone in an odd room picking up ends
lovers and leavers, buyers and friends
all right, i'm a mess,
i'm slipping out of consciousness.
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WEIGHT ON ME
03:06
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You tune your tongue to
careful little lies
electric signals just to
keep you alive.
I know a girl with kerosene eyes,
she lights me to my demise.
Man, what a pleasant surprise.
my body fakes a brilliant heart attack
cross country cutters, right down my back
careen my compass so i don't head back
and carve me right into the stone
carve me right down to the bone
Wait on me
I will carry confession 'till i die in tenessee
wait on me
Benchmark for the monarch
with a bad start to the day
Shuteye for the blind eye
when I wasn't looking anyway
Every piston in submission to the
song I wanna play
and girl that's all I gotta say
Wait on me
I will carry confession 'till i die in tenessee
wait on me
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GLASS EYE
03:39
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Hey honey,
stare right here into the frame
I'm sure that all those tears will go away
Because nobody knows
and nobody cares
A billion eyes start to stare
Hey soldier,
bring your wound into the light
I'll make my mint, then,
you can die tonight.
Because nobody knows
and nobody cares
A billion eyes start to stare
And nobody knows what you're doing
and nobody cares what you're doing
a billion eyes start
a billion eyes start
a billion eyes start to stare
I wonder all the time if we are safe
just one glass eye is all it ever takes
Because nobody knows
and nobody cares
A billion eyes start to stare
And nobody knows what you're doing
and nobody cares what you're doing
a billion eyes start
a billion eyes start
a billion eyes start to stare
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MONSOON
03:41
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It's like dementia
I can't really pinpoint what's wrong with you
but i feel like i've got the right attitude
Well my eyes
are not really practiced for harmony
but disgust my friend, plays, like a symphony
Tapered
my words seem to come out so driftless
I can't seem to form a stern sentence
What's with the eyes?
You don't like what I am telling you?
Just wait 'till you hear the follow through.
All my patience is withered
with every year
and so I fear
that I will slowly replace the old cavalier
the patience of day through a tempest storm
I withered away, like I had before
but this time i'm looking to run
right to the sun
through the daunting monsoon.
I suppose I could just play the part
A nice young man with a swollen heart
lets be real
honesty is always the best appeal
broken hearts will always begin to heal
All my patience is withered
with every year
and so I fear
that I will slowly replace the old cavalier
the patience of day through a tempest storm
I withered away, like I had before
but this time i'm looking to run
right to the sun
through the daunting monsoon.
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BONEHONEY
03:41
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Coffee taken black
Chamomile tea
with drinks this cheap, I'm glad the seats are free
Do you know my name?
I have long forgot
Take a stab, I'll buy another shot.
He's malignant
hunky dory
Here he comes.
Whiskey and a gin
one familiar grin
never worth as much as my chagrine
Heaven dropped a rope
I lit it from the end
Who would want to look down on their friends?
He's malignant
hunky dory
Here he comes.
In between the fatigue and the spook
where your heart understands, drawing lines in the sand
reaching out, the creatures the creators
the few, the close, the witness on the stand
well I have always learned the place
and seen the lines that I have drawn
and now I want to dance upon them
as if they were the only one
Humor taken black
Honey from my bones
Sweet enough,
I guess I'll stay alone.
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