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Sea Speaks
01:07
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The sea speaks to me.
Ocean tides are coming my way,
whispers why you couldn't stay.
A whale's song in undertow.
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Red Wine Roots
02:45
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I can't divide the throne from the shrine.
And the grapes from the vine are rotting through,
climbing through me.
I'm lost in an hourglass.
I'm stuck in the sand again.
I can't divide the throne from the shrine.
And the grapes from the vine are rotting through,
climbing through me.
I broke through the glass again.
Red wine roots filled with intent.
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3. |
Selling Scenery
03:34
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You know I've always been a sucker,
for playing games and apologies.
Sometimes the moon looks brighter
on nights I don't want it to be.
And I have a sweet remedy,
one that's like a token.
And now that we play sympathy,
our words will not be spoken.
A crater deep within.
The thought of a heavy mind.
New found scenery.
No reflection to the shine.
Nursing God, went too far.
Sewed my soul inside my car.
Nursing God, went too far.
Stole his soul right out his heart.
Nursing God, went too far.
Sewed his soul inside my car.
Stole his soul right out his heart.
I have a sweet remedy,
one that's worth a.
Now that we play sympathy,
our words will not be.
Our words will not be.
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4. |
No Stability
03:22
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A daydream caught in the way of reality.
A thought changed who I really need to be.
Too scared to notice my eyes they cant focus.
Confessions were spoken, if only we noted.
Ocean waves have no stability.
Like a friend I once knew, and once believed
Said the drugs would be good,
then you lied my dear son.
When you said that I'd be done,
you were wrong my dear son.
Then you lied my dear son.
When you said that I'd be done,
you were wrong my dear son.
Said the drugs would be good.
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5. |
If I Were A Rat
04:54
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Parking lots go to sleep, head lights aren't part of this dream.
Oversized sad glass apartments,
walk round' with their glove compartments.
I'm swimming down all the streets
where the shark and the bus mall will meet.
Last time my eyes came around they just played dead.
Hid on their raft, took my life and just laid there.
Shutters closed, ride out the hoarse cold.
Shut out all the lights, don't I trust my eyes.
Its been so long since I've seen crystallized whites on the trees.
Dirt and salt cover the pavement. Soak up the governments payment.
I'm just to scared to go sleep where my eyes and sidewalk will meet.
Last time you came around i just played dead.
Ripped out my hair, had a drink and just stayed dead.
Hands will hold wrists.
The dogs we will miss.
I picked up a rock
cause I thought it was the earth.
And I threw it so far that I forgot where I were.
If I were a rat, I would rule the rocks.
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Choking
03:39
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1933
02:20
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Posthumous Puppets
00:30
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You taught me right from wrong.
Nothing can turn you off.
Worst scene from your favorite movie
Nothing can turn you off.
Coldest nights don't feel the same.
Gave up my will my wrists are chained.
Nothing can turn you off.
Streets feel smaller when thoughts are bigger
You couldn't lie, well. I couldn't either.
Nothing can turn you off.
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10. |
Fruitfly Estate Pt. II
02:04
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Imagine yourself sitting on a park bench,
watching street crimes and cheep wines
being stolen but not purchased.
Slip through the cracks of that cheep wooden park bench,
land flat on your ass on a sharp lack of propose.
Everyone wants to hold gravity
in the palm of their hands but they fail to see.
If you place your faith in cracked glass blown choreography,
you'll dance yourself quite dizzy.
Everywhere doesn't know where nowhere has been.
And everywhere doesn't know where nowhere has been.
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12. |
Two Ways
03:15
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I never wanted to be more than anything.
I didn't want that symmetry.
And I'll forever rub my eyes,
in search of a new disguise. Approach without reply.
Slam down on a highway,
head split thinking two ways.
A barrier a terrible news.
Is it written on my face? A feeling of disgrace.
I can't risk crossing paths with the ghost of my past,
well not again anyways.
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13. |
Street Filaments
02:50
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City back ally ways, from dusk to dawn.
Dim lights were hidden from shade.
I fear from what I've done wrong.
I fear from what I've done wrong.
What I've done wrong.
What I've done wrong,
Nothing at all.
A two hearted man made a sacrifice.
A lover, a passion and soon his reaction
put it to flames out of despite.
A two hearted man made his sacrifice.
What I’ve done wrong.
What I've done wrong.
Nothing at all.
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14. |
I Can Live With It
07:23
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She lives life waiting for the other end.
Grass too tall and the sunlight starts to bend.
Used to use both of her eyes to see,
feels so helpless as she wants to be.
I might try one more time
A cluttered hospital scene,
the walls were torn but the windows keep their clean.
A cluttered hospital scene,
walls torn but the windows keep their clean.
She lives so close to where she wants go be.
Shapes, lines, letters shift away from green.
I might try one more time.
Instructions loud and clear, life led so routine.
Nothing left she wants to hear, simple and clean.
Nothing is simple and clean.
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