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Walk It Off
04:00
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I cross some lines and find myself in search of fun when the fun's gone, and I fought - I fought for days and weeks and months...I still lost, and what's more? With every bridge I could have burned, I walked, so walk it off. I've grown so goddamn tired of myself, but I still learned. When will I learn? In my heart and my mind, I think I thought that I could change you...misshape you to be the very next and very last in a long line.
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Pirouettes
04:04
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I find it funny how intrinsic I can make this seem. You know all this time I've had it up my sleeve. I guess I'm learning rather quickly it's all in what you say when you mold metaphorical jars from metaphorical clay. She's like, "Alright that's not half bad, but what else have you got?" With this, she twists a pirouette as if to ballroom dance. I should be tripping up at the words that she spits, but I'm an acrobat. From prone to balancing act, snap and reverse hand to hand, we weave through capers of passion. I've said it before, but I'll say it again: There's all this talk about some existential light, and most cats don't know a thing at all, so can we please just let it go? I don't think I've got the heart to carry on. Still, ain't it funny how intrinsic she can make this seem? It's like all this time she's had it up her sleeve. I guess she's learning rather quickly it's the name of the game - a masquerade - with which she's challenging and smoking out my bogus charade. She wants to talk about that existential light, but I'm afraid that I don't know a thing at all. I wish she'd just let it go. I don't think I've got the strength to carry on, but there's no use crying. No one ever holds the weight of the world.
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An Act of Nature
04:20
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We start to syncopate once I'm expected to carry your weight. Oh, what a way to collapse...Another habit that bends, but won't break - and if I "misbehave"? You fire shots about acting my age in vein. You wrought me out, I'm dumbfounded and explaining how I'll tread these waters standing proud and laughing loud in the face of doubt. A joker's loaded deck...I'm dealt a hand that's un-favored at best, but I wear my heart on my wager. I keep my mouth shut and roll with the game when suddenly, we connect. I pause for a breath, let the chemicals mix. I'm level-headed. It took a long time coming, but I think I finally see it now: Conclusion played me for a fool. It left me to question what I'd do without your spark to make me move. Without your doubt, what would I prove? There are chances I have missed. I have failed when I've tried my best, but all that second guessing is a second-rate stand against some brilliant act of nature where neither of us wins.
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Era Robotic
03:19
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You can make or break it. What have you got to lose but the time you've wasted? Is it worth the risk? I am sick of fending off your fits. You're always spewing nonsense while I break my bones bending over backwards. I did not sign up for this. You play me like your pawn, but it's alright. I'm naive. I can't think. I can't speak. What'd you say? I think your satisfaction stems from what you know will appease my sadness enough to make me pay through the bloody nose. I am now robotic. I do what I'm told. There is no emotion. At a loss for words, I'm surrendering to your control, but it's alright. I'm naive. I can't think. I can't speak. I hate this face that holds me down and drags me coarse through muddy ground, yet all my wounds were self-inflicted. What'd you say?
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Sewage
03:42
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Ugh...So there's a house with a room and a phone line, the only means of connecting to the outside where they must play in the mud and the wet grime. Stuck under ruses of love, I miss the sunlight...And in this place where we are (languid most nights), I dream of crashing my car because it "feels right"...Oh, what a turn of a phrase! I'm in such a marvelous state, and I guess it's time to pick up where I left off: Up the street, I'll drag my feet across the parking lot and once I go through the motions of the work grind, it's straight up back to square one, so fuck it - let's just get high. I just wanna get high. So now I'm watching the clock with a hawk's eye, perched in this cage where I rot - and as the time flies, I'm filled with dubious thoughts...maybe divine signs? Could be a ringing alarm - what a cute surprise! I don't think that I am asking for much. I just want a little bit of leash to reach some godforsaken compromise so I can finally sleep with a sound mind, and if you're living this dream, well then i hope you have a life line.
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Kids For Sale
05:45
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This train ain't got no breaks, kid - it's straight down a wayward line. It's not your fault that you're out here, but it's feeding time. Open wide, you're on your own. Force fed from the day you're born and told to march along. You see this can of worms here? You see my casting line? I think your best bet's to hang back. I'll craft my tongue to match your bite and take what you say, twist it up with a grain of salt and hold my ground. You're moving slowly, treading lightly, but soon enough, it breaks. Once is nothing, twice is something. That kid thinks she's got it made. Yeah, we get it..."All night long"...I'm past the point of a reaction, because when it rains, it pours, man. No storm will stop as it's approaching, moving slowly and treading lightly, it's gathering its force. A final warning, a plea, a scorning. I've seen it many times before. We've all heard tales of "kids for sale" - those little half-assed thugs and snot-nosed punks that think they know what's up in regards to drugs and love. I guess I'm old, and I hope it shows, although I'm sure you know, I was once a kid for sale, and that train ain't got no breaks, kid.
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A Certain Light
06:29
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When I was young, I'd always dream a certain light encompassed me, so what a shock it was to see that nothing seems quite meant to be, like sudden death or flowing streams...They're so opposite, what could it mean? A tree that once was standing tall has since been weathered by a fall. Everybody's got their own agenda. They're playing catch-up with the decades past. I'm not concerned with what's around the corner, but lord, I wish those tiny moments would last...They don't come back, and only you can spoil something beautiful.
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Gathering Dust
03:25
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Time...Only in time have we come to find such treacherous eyes watch our love fall flat with a lust for laughs. We're cold and gathering dust. What's happened to us? I'm not sure I know. Compliments dressed up aren't the same as love. Though they speak volumes, they'll still leave us broke. Time...only in time will we come to find such treacherous eyes watch our love.
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The Complex
04:05
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You never shut your mouth. The words keep repeating and I can't believe my ears. I've never seen someone play it cool and back it up. Are you paving the way to your destiny? Avoiding a slip? I can see you are convinced that someday, this will be history. Oh no, not another prophecy! You try to play it straight. You've got your eyes on the target, but the nerve shines through your skin and you always fail to scratch the itch...Now imagine the time that you could have spent planning ahead. No, instead you've always stressed how someday, this will be history. Well no one's even listening at all, but you're still keeping faith because it's all you want. It's set it stone. Let go. You self-destruct like you've seen it all. You swear it's never been done before. Why don't you talk talk talk talk talk talk talk some more? Yeah, run run run run run your mouth some more, because someday, this will be history. Just like you always dreamed that it would be.
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Wise Up
06:12
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I'm here to start a debate designed to piss you off: Are you adjacent to the left or to the right wall? Though talking topic at hand might have its time and place, for now we can agree that they both occupy the same space, so why does one come recommended when they're both the same? I know why one comes recommended when they're both the same, but that is just another debate designed to piss you off. I don't quite line up with the left or with the right wall, so in your tired attempts to make me choose a side, you're showing me I'm better off not wasting my time, so why does one come recommended when they're both the same? I know why one comes recommended when they're both the same, but who can say what we know and don't know? We all know next to nothing. It's next to nothing! Scream, eh hem, blah blah blah, snort.
"Asshole"
I'm sick of you talking shit all the livelong day as if there is some sort of answer in the condescending way that you belittle me. You paint yourself to be an asshole. Examine my fist upon the corner of your jaw, you've had it coming all along. I'm sure you've done some things of which you are ashamed. You're not a saint, you're just some asshole. Blow out your smirking gun, the evidence will shine some light on this mess you've pulled me into. It's ringing in your head you're getting off Scott-free, but I've got some news to burst your bubble - I'm sick of you talking shit all the livelong day as if there is some sort of answer in the condescending way that you belittle me. You paint yourself to be an asshole. You're not a saint, you're just some asshole. You'll always be a fucking asshole.
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