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I sit queasy, jittered, uneasy.
The toll that looms, the loss I dread. I buckle when my judge clutches, Questioning my treatment of an ego underfed. Bulbs of passion, bulbs of passion. Place it here on the bureau, Let the interests rip apart the understood. No one's satisfied with merely a cut, So they sabotage their own livelihood. The feeble structure is teetering, but intact. The parts all function but the fuse is lit. Teeth scrape on the last remaining fossil. I wanna crumble but instead I slit. And hold it in my hand, but they're sweating. Trained for now, but soon forget. The tears are flowing from the love in her eyes, The hated feeling gonna eat me alive. Bulbs of passion, bulbs of passion. Bulbs of passion, bulbs of passion. |
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It's floating through the abyss.
Under the brig, my head swings down. Beware her wrath, the image gone. The shell is crumbling, fix my frown. This spell would be clear in non-tradition, And stepping on these pieces of pain and smirk. And rape goes through to sin my eyes, And shapes know where the heartache will lurk. Forget the swan, a stone swims near. A stone has come, if I could cheer. Forget the swan, forget the swan. Drifting among this rubble, I guess the waiting wished I would. I found a box, untethered and true, Possession it understood. Forget the swan, a stone swims near. A stone has come, if I could cheer. Forget the swan, forget the swan. How I tried to warn my neighbor, but the corn was much too high. In confusion up and threw him, woke up every day, But it's not too late, brother, I'll still say you were mine. Forget the swan, a stone swims near. A stone has come, if I could cheer. Forget the swan, forget the swan. Forget the swan, the dreams are gone. The pain goes on, they fly at dawn. Forget the swan, forget the swan. Forget the swan, forget the swan. |
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Scraped along the sidewalk, looking for a face.
Had to get out of my room for a bit, Tension is in town and I'm ready to quit. Can't fall out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. And I can't climb out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. See the same old hares running to the same old holes. Price of licorice has doubled -- teetering, would it finally fall? Can't fall out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. And I can't climb out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. Ever-changing scenery drifting this town. Even if I leave, someone just like me popped out of the ground. Loose thoughts go, he slits his hand. They'll be a problem, well, ride it. Gathering, giggling, staggering, hoping, People have been left from last night. Scraped along the sidewalk, looking for a face. Had to get out of my room for a bit, Tension is in town and I'm ready to quit. Can't pull out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. And I can't climb out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. See the same old hares running to the same old holes. Price of licorice has doubled -- teetering, would it finally fall? Can't climb out of this hole, it's just like cats in a bowl. And I can't climb out of this hole, it's just like cats in a, just like cats in a bowl. Nowhere to run, every town's the same. So keep on running along, hope the sidewalk won't break for me. |
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Embarrassed to be alive,
Sit with my life open wide. Your stare is forcing my face open. A leper crumbling, never joking. Who should I believe? Safest to wallow in my own esteem. Afraid, stick my neck out, Knowing the day has drawn. I'm a leper. Scared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape. A leper. Doomed to this, my life is chosen to rape. Embarrassed to be alive, Sit with my life open wide. Your stare is forcing my face open. A leper crumbling, never joking. I'm a leper. Scared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape. A leper. Doomed to this, my life is chosen to rape. I'm a leper, leper, leper. |
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(these have been confirmed by Lou Barlow)
The rain has washed my dog away again. Closest to a breathing thing I'd call a friend. Hope the next wave brings a valentine. Its been so cold and lonely here, Ever since that cloud appeared. I keep wishing the lamp would shine, Feed me any piece of you. I'll find a way to prop it up alone. Cause I care about the way you stand, But I think you'd look nicer if you had a few bones. Waiting for the tree to cry Blow a kiss as the mountains wave bye. And the turtles are running free. Blind man has got a whip It's more fun than that white stick. He bought a carrot, but he still can't see. You know I've waited forty-six years, For a ray of hope to pierce me through. Then I could bleed the sunshine. And wriggle chest high in mountain dew. There's only so much to endure. There's only so much space here on my skewer. Sick of second billing to that magic goat. All I wanna know, baby. Does it float? (x6) Does it float? (x4) Why does it float? Does it float? |
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I see you every once in a while
Forget where I was standing stood Eyes glazed with apprehension Could it ever have been that good The virgin's escaping Will is fading Another couple locks ones attention How did I believe this fool Non-stop degradation waiting until Nothing can ever be the same The virgin's escaping Will is fading Everyone tries their hand at love It's just up to hope that all in amour Everyone in which you've found Best known by it's ? cure I see you every once in a while Forget where I was standing stood Eyes glazed with apprehension Could it ever have been that good Will is fading |
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I wanna help you.
I sense you're riding pretty low. I got the feeling when your hair hits the ceiling, Something, babe, you oughta know... I won't cry if you walk by, But if we both kind of stumble, Maybe I'll say 'hi', That's my best, I never try that much, 'Cause I'm scared of feeling that healing touch. You gotta get through my maze and pass every test, 'Cause I'm choosin' one love tattooed across my chest. Know the time has come, I ain't gonna fester no more. Let the world be free of my disease. I never knew a rubber doll would be so hard to please. Now I'm preachin' out, One last burst before I retract. No one will know 'til I finally let go Of the one thing I ain't never going to give back. I want to help you. Baby, can't you see you're better than my pillow, 'Cause you don't stain so easily. You know it's hard just to finally let go, And leave all the pictures behind. Hope I brought you some happiness. I believe I just had to get on, 'Cause just wasn't a world I wished to need to find. |
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Turning towards a time so free
Justice has finally escaped me The dripping words of yesterday Set my feeble mind astray I yearn to see The glow of her eyes as I appear A sigh of satisfaction Could be the sweetest sound The staircase has one too many steps I've already started back down Come on I love the caterpillars Munching on the leaves Pitter patter Makes me forget my disease Bugs have feelers just like me And I'm feelin' oh so lonely Disturbed in every sense of grace The lady wouldn't give me a taste Of the joy that means that much It lives within her touch Why won't you be my friend I would love to hold you tonight Even if we just pretend Why won't you be my friend Why Why won't you be my friend I would love to hold you tonight Even if we just pretend Why won't you be my friend Be my friend I'd love to meet the one Who broke my heart I know she'd melt me with her dance Her subtle colors, her sweet smile But it's a shame She'll never get that chance |
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(these have been confirmed by Lou Barlow)
The rain has washed my dog away again. Closest to a breathing thing I'd call a friend. Hope the next wave brings a valentine. Its been so cold and lonely here, Ever since that cloud appeared. I keep wishing the lamp would shine, Feed me any piece of you. I'll find a way to prop it up alone. Cause I care about the way you stand, But I think you'd look nicer if you had a few bones. Waiting for the tree to cry Blow a kiss as the mountains wave bye. And the turtles are running free. Blind man has got a whip It's more fun than that white stick. He bought a carrot, but he still can't see. You know I've waited forty-six years, For a ray of hope to pierce me through. Then I could bleed the sunshine. And wriggle chest high in mountain dew. There's only so much to endure. There's only so much space here on my skewer. Sick of second billing to that magic goat. All I wanna know, baby. Does it float? (x6) Does it float? (x4) Why does it float? Does it float? |
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