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| 2:47 | ||||
2. |
| 4:34 | ||||
Breathing must be overrated.
Counting. Time and tact into. Ruining holidays and face. Is it so shameful to dream? Is it to sleep? Severing ties because it makes new in the end? Understand this understatement. I would do it all again. Do it all again. Do it all again to take a spin around again. Do it all again. Ahhhhh...... I'm home. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this. I did not ask. I'm home. Cut it. Cut my...throat. It's time to end the song. |
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3. |
| 3:19 | ||||
Crave security.
Bring it close. Lower the temperature to 30 below... And that is just a glimpse of how it feels. Forget it. I hope I make it through the winter. |
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| 1:12 | ||||
5. |
| 3:49 | ||||
Can you?
Can you remember the last time you were frightened? Truly scared. Seconds seeming hours. No sign of relief. Said seconds seeming hours no sign of relief. Now fucking tremble. I said fucking tremble. We are losing face and angles to this circle shaped existence. Tasting dull like rubber mouthed movie screens and overexploited dramatics. Dramatics. I cannot cry. Cannot cry. Cannot cry. (Keep digging.) This reality is overwhelming in heads like grave plots and concrete fences. Can you remember... The last time... You were frightened? |
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6. |
| 3:18 | ||||
7. |
| 2:47 | ||||
He woke this morning forgetting how to smile.
His outfit was the foundation of all that took him serious. We jump so high and cry the loudest. 'I have so much to offer!' he screamed, 'So much to give!' All the while pointing to the merchandise table. My words are so deep. So deep. So deep. Sell sell sell! Sell sell sell! Sell sell sell sell me. I thought of them all myself. Honest 100 times over. But would you hand me that dictionary? |
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| 3:43 | ||||