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Ceaseless Things
02:49
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Leaves are falling down
the trees of your heart
fall for miles into the ground
'Guess you were really scared
Which means you're flawed, my dear
you see, you're wrong
and I can't believe it's you here
We used to talk about ceaseless things
the beating wings of the monsters in your dreams
when we were teens
Cheap shots in places
you don't wanna see
rage shrouds me
'Guess I was really scared
Clouds indeed see everything
from the top we go deep
We used to talk about ceaseless things...
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Widowed and Hot Glued
02:36
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Dreary summer job leads
fan blows highest speed
money spent sows seeds
means nothing to me
And there was nothing to do
there was nothing to lose
she had no one to turn to
widowed and hot glued
Paint falling
white seeping
time spent weeping
Widowed and hot glued... (8x)
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Crucifix
04:33
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I ran away from you
because I saw the cold and tired in your eyes
fortify, your abyss befalls light
dream tonight, out inside
I slipped away and flew
to a place I thought I knew
strange sound, puppeteers
dance to the sounds of days spent in fear
Black and blue
and in for me, but not for you
Taste it now, your lips brown
and skin wrinkled with stains of wasted frowns
you stray tonight
you wear your crown of black and blue
and in for me, but not for you
If it's in a word I will shout
forget the hurt I'm talking about
and when you cry, will I be there?
Dreaming scape of canvas paint
I've lost my way
Worn a robe of your tears
as I've collected throughout the years
lies your name, it burns and sears
in my room, souvenir
Remember me as I am,
list the things in demand
crucifix on my mouth
and x's in my iris
that's it, at my best
the bests are written when I'm dead
Black and blue
and in for me but not for you
if it's in a word I will shout
forget the hurt I'm talking about
and when you cry, will I be there?
Dreaming scape of canvas paint
I've lost my way... (4x)
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Walton Street 999
02:34
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Along this pathway
of some Walton Street 999
by some ocean ship, seat belts off
you told me sink so I swam
And it was pretty fucking quiet
'cause the exhaust pipe went on a diet
of paper and writing that hurt like a bitch
sink or swim, she chose to riot
The keyboard types words
that don't mean anything
but to me they make this crazy sense
the quiet things no one will ever understand
the first sight of land
from a keyboard's stance
It's getting cold as a house
where no one's allowed
fog on the windows, no air
rolled them down and played with your hair
The keyboard types words
that don't mean anything
but to me they make this crazy sense
the quiet things no one will ever understand
the first sight of land
from a keyboard's stance
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Cloud / Fences (Live)
03:12
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Oh, I'll miss your hair
I was never known for being fair
Now I know,
You're here, and I'm down below
Oh God, when you touch me
it's like the world is on a cloud
and the cloud won't come down
Won't come down...
There is a fence
and if I told you you'd never believe
I'm switching on and off
Bills get paid off, da da da
Christ, I can't believe
wasted childhood hopes and dreams
just a wooden T
with nails nobody got for free
don't lecture me, you're just a phony
don't leave me, you're just a phony
don't lecture me, you're just a phony...
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