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Fall
02:38
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Sun's too high to see. Despite our mouths it's far too hard for us to speak. I'm thinking of a time when we kissed and both our lips tasted like brine. I asked you for a sign: one if by land, two if you hate me. Two lights at night.
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Country Boy
02:57
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Coffee's always staining my teeth, but i ain't got nothing better to drink. I might be the marriage of wood and tin, you're the pioneer cabin I've been living in. You're the opal of my eye, the lamb's ear on a sunny sidewalk. You're the gritty red sand in my teeth, the chewed up bark on the scraggliest tree. We caught rays while catching rays. We caught up while giving chase, and the rock in the pit of my gut's just salt. Maybe we could be together if we just sit here and talk. French press in my room, french press in your room, french press in your womb. French press in your room, or on the roof.
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Oops, I Blew It!
06:27
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Got teeth like sand and dirt on my hands, and I don't know what to do now. The air's getting dry and my liver's turned black, and I think the floor's sinking now. Or maybe I'm cutting my legs off. Goddamn sand in teeth and I don't get much sleep, i guess I'll go take some pills now. Well I'm giving myself a bad bad bad headache.
Hey, I don't think I'm alright, and I'm not that bright but I think I might try to
Hey, I don't think I'm alright and it's hard not to lie, but I'm a fucking mess now
Hey, I don't think I'm alright and that's a godamn lie, but what the hell am I good for?
Hey, I don't think I'm alright and I'm not that bright, but i think I'll just try to
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What About You, Ben?
02:09
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I'm a bug in a field, I'm a dent in the circle, the skewed off lines on the salty sick eyes of the fleshy false gods we have. The water's real warmer for all the little fishes, swimming real fast because who knows how long it will last? I know I sure don't. My eyes are like the sky, because when it opens up I just want to cry and die and slide my way through all the little raindrops. Who knows where they'll go or what they'll do with themselves, everybody in their suits and jackets like little lonely boyscouts. Flipping and flopping through all the fences and the streetlights. Flailing, falling, sighing, stalling, slightly falling down. Sometimes we all fall down. We all fall down sometimes.
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Più Merde di Sangue
01:29
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Ke$ha - Tic Toc (Italian)
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Bigfoot
07:35
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I forgot to forget that I want to forget all the godamn happy/sad times we spent. The dogs gone dead and the kids are late, like a satellite I'll just blow up in space. Now the food's getting cold and my head's real tired, I'll pack up and move in because my home's on fire.
I deserve to be happy, but I can't be happy. Well all this time and all my time has been such a wast of time. And all this time, yeah all this time. It's something i can't find.
I forgot to forget that I want to forget all the godamn happy/sad times we spent. The dogs gone dead and the kids are late, like a satellite I'll just blow up in space.
I deserve to be happy, but I can't be happy. The alarm's going off. But when the hell will it stop? Well all this time and all our time, it was just a waste of time. And all this time, yeah all this time. I think I'm losing my mind.
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It's Desolate Here
03:36
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Taking a lot of time just to try to get out all the things I'm holding in because I don't know who i really am. But I know-
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Frankie Blue-Eyes
04:43
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Anchor my looks in your mabolene lashes. Bury my hooks in your de chiriko skin. Milky mustaches and a blown pilot light. An oven full of Sylvia, the gas rushes in. Burn my books before the light gets in. Burn my house before the white eats it up. Cut down the trees and the phones and the streetlights. Cover my eyes in the solar eclipse. Another bright night I'm asleep in the bathtub, lying in sweat, skin cells, and mist. Burn my books before the light gets in. Burn my house before the white eats it up. Grinding my teeth 'til I find a reason to chew something soft with its very own skin.
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Davey Crockett. Staten Island, New York
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