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Hyannis
04:34
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Before we were drowning in your livingroom, we fought the churches singing brotherly psalms. We got our heads kicked up and beaten in. Thought my jaw was broken, but it never was. Pace yourself, no rush, heal your pain.
Your world, dissolved away while you were on display.
And I want to wait for you in honest pain.
And even when we had it all, you hurt me
And I meant every word I said, but now I'm tired of pleasing liar's esteem.
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Bath Salts
04:05
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Look at those clouds impending, I got a fear of everything and everyone. You came and left me empty, to fuck some beautiful oblivion. Watch them drown in candy. I've got a fear of God and his little one. I saw a star-spangled pain, the greatest trip that there ever was, and ever will be.
My life is a joke, my mother, kid brother, my father, baby sister, my love, my author, cool summer, it's a dream! It's a dream! It's dream!
Suddenly, dream stops hurting, everything existing everywhere, beauty all encompassing.
Suddenly, wheels start turning, sew me into your head trip, dig your nails in my skin.
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Spring In Your Step
03:12
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Too late to change, too far gone to do anything about a thing. When I die you'll know because you'll get a spring in your step. Too drunk to move, too strung out to love anyone or anything. When I die you'll know because you'll get a spring in your step.
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Nips
04:08
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Babe, if I could steal you away, I'd hold on, never let go. But you live up high in the porcelain sky, and I live below where the parasites grow.
Suffer, stayed dry for lover, scoffed and then lost her, drowned in the harbor after her departure, just testing the water, then drank it monsters, praise to the father! Praise to the author! Your maker is a GOD, don't refrain from the cough syrup, drink it in lawn chairs, the pain it gets softer, the nameless aren't god fearers, they'll eat even carnivores, wasted in toxic, played with impostors, faith is for our heros, faith is for martyrs, faith it recovers more often then not, here are fifteen nips in a brown paper bag, finish them off between some cigarette drags.
Babe, if I could be there today, I'd hold on, never let go, but you dream of brightness so pious and light. I drink for life with leviathan's wife.
Bored, sleep and with no bed, sleep with a coke head, sleep with your hostess, sleep in your own head, sleep in a motel, dream up a poem, teach it to no one, drink some ole cold ale, eat it with toenails, leave and then go tell the world you're a low failure, friends they will post bail, then leave you alone so terrible to be so careful waiting for hope, care to meet me at home? There, I'll greet you with open arms and try to piece up this broken heart, I plea, but then no cigar, here are fifteen nips in a brown paper bag, polish them off between some cigarette drags.
If I can do it, babe, so can you.
Oh please don't break my heart..
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Green and Gold
05:20
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when I feel you breathing on my chest, it puts my worried bones to rest. Twirl my fingers through your golden hair, I'm not longer dead, no longer scared.
You cast your love over my eyes.
We can get out now and go, far away from hell and worthless earth.
I know there's nothing for us here, just say the word and we'll be gone.
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