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| 1. |
| 3:36 | 
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hey you,big star,tell me when it's over
hey you ,big mood,guide me to shelter cause i'm through when the two hits the six it's summer cloud come (shove it) (x3) shove (shove it) (x3) the sun (shove it) (x3) aside (shove it aside) i think god is moving it's tongue there are no crowds in the streets and no sun in my own summer the shade is a tool, a device, a savior see, i try and look up to the sky but my eyes burn come (shove it) (x3) shove (shove it) (x3) the sun (shove it) (x3) aside (shove it aside) |
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
holler downstairs while i drive i want to watch you buttercup comming through the fog dying of bordem, i'll try it all sixteen olive skin bound by a voice i dont want to go but i want it well at lest you fucking care dying of bordem, i'll try it all i'll be faint like a crook it looks and feels great but look at what it's doing to you but thats ok, look how it feels |
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| 3. |
| 3:45 |
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i feel soon i will sink into you
what do you think cause there's still blood in your hair and i've got the bruise of the year but there's something about her long shady eyes i'm all about her shade tonight i hate your tattoos you have weak wrists but i'll keep you well it's too bad you're married to me. |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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hey vanity, this vile's empty, so are you
hey glamorous, this vile's not god anymore....yeah... speak, i don't get it should i ignore the fasion or go buy the book i dont want it, i just want your eyes fixated on me coming back aaah coming back around the fur prostitute, climb back down from the floor please dont fuck around and die like this cause i love - her speak, i don't get it should i ignore the fasion or go buy the book i dont want it, i just want your eyes fixated on me coming back aah coming back around the fur fur the fur speak speak you're so bad to me i dont want to get dressed over anyway come on have some fun ???????????????? you're a liar you're a liar and i don't care about aaah |
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| 5. |
| 2:43 |
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it's so simple to look at every little thing i do wrong
it's so simple to overlook every little thing i do right i think too much i feed too much im gone too much i skate too much i snore too much im blowin too much, i ate too much im way too much too stuck up you're probably right this time but i dont want to listen you're probably this time but i dont even care i dream too much i think too much i step too much those things too much i am too much im pissed too muchi need too muchi kinda want to throw!! you're probably right this time but i dont want to listen you're probably this time but i dont even care and if it was mine to say, i wouldn't say it and if it was mine to say, i wouldn't speak you're probably right this time but i dont want to listen you're probably this time but i dont even care and if it was mine to say, i wouldn't say it and if it was mine to say, i wouldn't speak |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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This town dont feel mine
I'm fast to get away-FAR I dressed you in her clothes Now drive me far - away, away, away It feels good to know your mine Now drive me far - away, away, away FAR away I dont care where just FAR - away, away, away And I dont care FAR - away And I dont care where just FAR - away, away, away |
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| 7. |
| 3:58 |
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i meant to come back to put out bliss
but the style is crumbling, covered canned it was sick and no you dont even know how it comes shifts then gets ruined by you f*cking slobs but it's classical anyways i can't help it makes me so sick over and over it sits stiff bound with no heart fine cause this is where the seperation starts arising i can see it coming over your cloud and it's classical anyways and how cool are you i remember just a bad call, it's so funny how you think im so serious but that's not it the thing is i dont give enough to give a f*ck you're plain boring and you bore me asleep but it's classical anyways how cool are you i remember and i feel sickened and who the f*ck are you anyway you s*ck it's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out hardly and hoping money please arise up off the f*cking knees and hop off the train for a second and try to find your own f*cking heart |
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| 8. |
| 4:37 |
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i always wondered what it takes fifteen stitches and a soft parody
to make my eyes be like deceit, believe the sting, proves heart to me and now i know that you love me thank god that you love at all dislocated at the joint timing is everything in the bed 'cause you'll sleep for hours to keep away then sink the teeth and bat your eyes now i know that you love me thank god you love at all what surprise i was right here going off and going on [repeat] at least now i know that you love me thank god that you love at all what surprise i was right here going off going on dai the flu. |
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| 9. |
| 6:13 |
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Got back out, back off the forefront
i never said, or got to say bye to my boy, but its often i try i think about how id be screaming and the times would be bumping all our minds would be flowing taking care of shit like, hey holmes what you needing as lifes coming off whack it will open your eyes As i proceed to get loose You seem to have some doubt i feel you next to me fiending getting spacey with the common love of music think of this as the sun and the mind as a tool but we could bounce back from this one with attitude will and some spirit with attitude will and your spirit we'll shove it aside soulfly fly high soulfly fly free Shut your shit, please say what you will. I can't think. Sidestep around I'm bound to the freestyle. Push down to the ground. With a nova dash but they watch you. Now climb up, super slide, the spirits so low it's coming over you!!! soulfly fly high soulfly fly free when you walk in to this world walk in to this world, with your head up high [x4] Headup, Headup, Headup, Headup, Headup |
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| 10. |
| 37:19 |
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You're so sweet your smile your
magazine and your bones you're on fire you move me like music with your style let me think about girls money and new clothes thirty nights of violence and sugar to love come here come here closer to the lung so i can i can shove her over railing you're sweet but i'm tired of proving this love see you're a bore but you move me like a movie that you love... fucking rock star. |
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