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Strange
05:03
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I bought my plane ticket call home.
I'm feeling quite strange lately, you know.
What we had is gone.
I talk in a dream, nightly, to your ghost.
When I have a say, frankly, you won't.
What we had is gone.
Make it seem like you're around.
You're just a ghost when you're in town.
Make a scene so when you haunt.
Tortured souls are who you taunt
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Marfa Lights
02:46
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Synthesize, my aching mind.
Duplicate, what stays awake.
It all set in around the Marfa Lights.
How truly small that I was in size.
Compare my problems to the grand scheme.
I'm only hoping for a healthy self esteem.
Tolerance when fall begins.
From what I've made, the doubt has stayed.
It all set in around the Marfa Lights.
How truly small that I was in size.
Compare my problems to the grand scheme.
I'm only hoping for a healthy self esteem.
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3. |
To Be
01:44
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To be nothing at all.
To see my own faults.
Please just believe that I meant well.
I know sometimes it's hard to tell.
So be all I am not.
Have free clairvoyant, opaque thoughts.
I'll make believe that you meant well.
I know sometimes it's hard to tell.
I won't repeat my own mistakes.
Don't take for granted, abuse, or hesitate.
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4. |
Life Without Parole
02:45
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The shot will echo in your ear.
Causing panic to the crowd that's near.
They will know there is no chance for peace.
MLK will roll in his grave.
For the lack of progress that we have made.
He will not ever rest in peace.
The will to occupy and learn.
At lengths that won't imply discern.
We'll get it right yeah soon enough.
Next time we won't destroy, next time we will enjoy.
From Kurt Cobain to Ernest Hemingway.
Some will say that you should have stayed.
The truth is barreled like a gun.
The room will blossom Kennedy.
We'll be mindless guaranteed.
Fighting actions you control.
You'll have no second chance. SIrhan has life without parol.
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Past Lives
03:24
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Cycled view, a bit askew.
Know your place, through and through.
Seldom dreams, spare the need.
To feel awake.
Blessed mand, pineal gland.
You can't prep for the unplanned.
It's out of reach, so it seems.
Are you awake?
You will be alright.
When you start to fear,
Remember your past lives.
It's those you will hold dear.
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Oxycoton Lumineers
04:02
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Oxycoton lumineers are illuminating all your fears.
And it hides under your grief where your family problems tend to sleep.
But it's alright. No it's just fine. It's alright, it's alright.
Happiness is what you make of it.
Perhaps you missed the boat so you have to swim.
I will be what makes your skin crawl.
I will haunt you like your withdrawals.
Devil signs and tarot cards, make you feel like your in charge.
You know your past; you know place. Take your time to contemplate.
It's alright. No it's just fine. It's alright, it's alright.
Happiness is what you make of it.
Perhaps you missed the boat so you have to swim.
I will be what makes your skin crawl.
I will haunt you like your withdrawals.
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7. |
Id
04:28
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Play the part and do it well.
Blend into your fiction hell.
It don't exist, can't you see.
Don't try to make me believe.
Bleed your heart and make it count.
Nothing surrounds you but doubt.
Your motives say what you will not.
The underlying theme is all that's underneath.
Now I fear it's in your, it's all in your head.
I fear the things I never said.
Separate the fantasy.
I'm not what I had planned to be.
Feed into your bruised ego.
The id is in-between the things that I have seen.
Now I fear it's in your, it's all in your head.
I fear the things I never said.
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8. |
Bury Me Jamboree
03:27
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When it's time to admit that
we don't know when it went bad.
Count your chips and go head back.
Soon it will be a bury me jamboree
Grow your bones and go get strong.
None of us will live that long.
Time to weigh the pros and cons.
Soon it will be a bury me jamboree.
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