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| 4:06 | 
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There has to be good in here
Have all things gold turned souvenir? But what was that you said? All the things we love we hate instead Last chance as if it could hurt Too much to be first The first admit the lie We are all put here on earth But what we deserve is to be buried alive I'm riding on a fence and happy with.. I'm counting on an indifference But if I had to choose Well it all looks pretty good to me Last chance as if it could hurt Too much to be first The first admit the lie We are all put here on earth So we could be first The first to be in the sky Last chance as if it could hurt Too much to be first The first admit the lie We are all put here on earth So we could be first The first to float up |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 |
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Conversation works to expose
How heavy is the burden of your soul? Enough to disguise all you might've said? Oh, the elephant dies I felt damnation in all its throes A complication when confronted is a sight unknown Enough to disguise all you might've said? Oh, the elephant dies Enough to disguise all you might've said? Oh, the elephant dies if only to interrupt |
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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The golden shore of certainty
And riding on simply Because theres nothing else to do When nothing ever gets done but I can see The day turning bright Up ahead, up ahead I can see The day turning bright Up ahead The pleasant odor of apathy An everlasting peace of mind that comes with time And smashing through the windshield I can see The day turning bright Up ahead, up ahead I can see The day turning bright Up ahead Could you tell me where we'll be When the light is taking over everything Could you tell me where we'll be When the light is taking over everything I can see The day turning bright Up ahead, up ahead I can see The day turning bright Up ahead Better than I've ever known Better than I've ever known Better than I've ever known |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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Call it what you will
If pressed and pressed again Then something surely spills Who cleans and who forgets? It's hard to tell if I am well These spinning lights are disco hell It's not an axe you have to lift It's not a load that you can split It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift It's not an axe you have to lift It's not a load that you can split It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift Pressure combusting Aligned in redded growth We'll choke, we'll choke My teeth are nothing More than shreds of bone One __ will drain the blood From you eyes It's hard to tell if I am well These spinning lights are disco hell It's not an axe you have to lift It's not a load that you can split It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift It's not an axe you have to lift It's not a load that you can split It's not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift Keep myself in record shape |
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| 5. |
| 4:08 |
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Luck out you might
But don't rest on it Find out you like Separating hairs from skin If struggle operates As a driving force Then where's the hope I'm fighting for? If struggle operates As a driving force Then why's the cart before the horse? Stuck in your mind You placed all your bets Find out you like Separating hairs from skin If struggle operates As a driving force Then where's the hope I'm fighting for? If struggle operates As a driving force Then why's the cart before the horse? If struggle operates As a driving force Then why's the cart before the horse? |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Concentrate on making love
Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Now that we found you out And feel this deception We'll hold our ground We will not stay In a stagnant house where animals bane Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love The wolves have finally shown there teeth And filled this perception With a menacing howl And a snapping jaw We will concentrate on ruining your face Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love Concentrate on making love |
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| 7. |
| 4:42 |
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Came in through an open window
Through a small mistake Glanced over at your sleeping baby We can hardly wait In the red museum It's had to sleep We are known for the lack Of the words we speak Now he is one Now she is one Now they are one Now he is one Now she is one Now they are one Glass eyes and some wooden teeth You cannot sit still These walls have a sense of reach And an iron will In the red museum It's had to sleep We are known for the lack Of the words we speak Now he is one Now she is one Now they are one Now he is one Now she is one Now they are one Red sky Red sky Red sky If you would try to let us Red sky Red sky Red sky If you would try and let us We cant stop them from coming in We cant stop them from coming in We cant stop them from coming in We cant stop them from coming in |
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| 8. |
| 4:50 |
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Tore down defense
Make sure I wasn't really there What are the reasons To pursue this affair? I have exhausted my options And they all are staying back at me Each one with its offering What infinite possibilities As taken Not for replacement or substitution This heart Gave into it The surest way I'm gonna be upset What the reasons To pursue this affair? I have exhausted my options And they all are staying back at me Each one with its offering What infinite possibilities As taken Not for replacement or substitution This heart This heart I have exhausted my options And they all are staying back at me Each one with its offering What infinite possibilities As taken Not for replacement or substitution This heart This heart |
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| 9. |
| 3:26 |
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I just called to say
I got your message the other day Passed it down the alleyway Slid inside the cracks in the wall I just called to say I just called to say I got your message the other day I found a nest under my sleeve Covered it and scratched it till I bled Was it all a plan for me To bury skins under the seam? Was it all a plan for me To bury skins under the seam? Was it all a plan for me? I just called to say I just called to say I just called to say I just called to say I whisper in the wind And you're a goddamn tree I'm gonna blow your leaves I'm gonna blow your leaves |
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| 10. |
| 6:59 |
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In this fever
And sleeping as it overrides my ability A diaform of carrying the day It seems a day is all it takes to forget That our watches run backwards And our cells begin to disappear Loosing what colour they once retained Possession framing intentionary In hidden messages What dreams do you have for me? In hidden messages What dreams do you have for me? What dreams do you have for me now? |
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