1. |
windsday
03:01
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the wind was blowing against me
and i against the wind
around and round it threw me
and i tried to begin
how do you contain me
closed up in your fist
i describe a diatribe
among the colorless
and i'm rising
i should be terrified but i'm ablaze inside today
talking to myself again
cause that's who likes to talk
i spy a passing butterfly
these wings were meant to walk
exclamate explosions
some people know no fear
caught up in the cycle's spin
and simmer for a year
leaning against the wind
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2. |
shine in my ass
01:48
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shine shine shine
shine in my ass
i declined, i took a pass
i refined, i got some class
i'm alive, run through the grass
i feel like i'm made of glass
my own mind isn't a mass
i realize, isn't that crass?
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3. |
my dizzy muse
02:23
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this is my art
i call it pain
give me your heart
i'll break it again
what did i ever
know about you
i bid you farewell
my dizzy muse
everyone knows
i'm singing bout you
you probably don't
want me to
you don't need me
and i don't need you
hello, goodbye
it's like deja vu
clarity is your constant prize
the sun and the moon are the same damn size
goodbye for good
my dizzy muse
it's the last time
i'll sing about you
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4. |
methmobile
03:35
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a troubled fat bald man saying
a freakish fat clown man saying
a decently bad man saying
a recently tall man saying
you got caught in the ring
you got tied with the string
you just deleted a pit-hearted spring
and loneliness is a delicate thing
so when you gonna bring me home with you
when you gonna do that
when you gonna take me with you back home
and so he speaks with her
chewing on the dirt
sun on pavement hurts
while all the tires flirt
and so he feels the curse
and so he sees the blur
alone in the wreckage but we're
we're all alert
if only your words were always this right
if only your tears were always this ripe
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5. |
bellyful of milk
01:58
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we're write this one nice and fast
won't be built, built to last
we'll write this one, nice and quick
make its worth intrinsic
we'll only need two chords
we'll only need new doors
unwanted knocks do no harm
just relax, made of stars
don't be scared, don't regret
there's a force, benevolent
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6. |
classick
02:49
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this is not about career
this is not about contrition
this is not about a sphere
this is not about ambition
this is class sick
this is not about sign
this is not about debt
this not about a rhyme
this is not about a theft
this is release
this is full circle
this is reset
this is a miracle
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