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Take a little dive into the shallow or spy
What do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race And it fits like a glove under my sleeve Just wait till then Their heads are the heaviest in operation He has still not lost imagination I can hear him mouth the whole ending Just wait till then We Marys had ourselves a ball Oh, yes we did We Marys had ourselves a ball I must admit Hang us those limbs, hold no virtue Those told to hold project on my cue Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is Are the birds of a feather that clever? If I knew, I'd keep locks; that's a given Just wait till then. Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers Small enough to feed off the lesses To put it all into perspective with definition Oh, take a gander The bigger they are, the harder they fall Not needy you'll see, not needy And I come with open arms over trees Not needy you'll see Listen to my proven guarantees while you're rolling up your sleeves Beatin' on the chest But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days We Marys had ourselves a ball and I guarantee And what they've done for you, they've done for me |
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| 2. |
| 3:36 |
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Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite.
It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander. They choose to act but not I. Let's go outside and it might restore us. More for the fire that fights for the freeze now mechanical. So the the pair proceeded Another pulse defeated - can't say that I am surprised. "It is the fly trap's color that caused the fall into her" What is the shade that you saw? Bound by the salt not your earth, the hat mocks the rabbit while the bee stings the shark. Stop the start, these are my disguises. Vinegar and water gave the end away. Bought my stocks and lost 'em while the suitcase said: "Let's go outside and it might restore us". |
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| 3. |
| 3:56 |
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Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear,
Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear, While the nest in my hands starve forever, Sticklers for cheap fun, You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms, For an all day black market parade, For a grand prize a slap in the face for you, Bold faced type covers your text, It must have been winter, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice, Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete, With both your eyes open, I just kept pullin' on both your feet, Someday together we'll breathe for you, Bold faced type covers your text, It must have been winter, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice, Roll down your toes and know there's a shark on a hill, The long drive home is taking it's toll, We just need to rest, Still frame, no dice, Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still, It takes a luminescent hue, The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest, Still frame, no dice. |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives,
Had the ways and means to breach, The borders of easy street, And to blend right in, We all surrounded them in a white picket fence, Now both ends meet, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends, Two peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child, Took one step more and went straight to the source, And to blend right in, They opened fire with their rain checks spent to make ends meet, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends, Go on, paint the whole town red, I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess, And so I wait, Sufficed to say there's a time and a place, So I wait, For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for, While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line, That burns at both our good ends. |
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| 3:16 |
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Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink,
And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief, They face the facts with thinking caps, They map out and display, But that's not the only way, Common sense won't pay the rent and doesn't grow on trees, But splitting hairs can get you anything you need, Who would have thought connecting dots might get you to the point, But charity is a rarity almost as much as modesty, Take the bait and save however much it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink, And I don't waste my time suspending disbelief, Masterminds want bottom lines to map out and display, If I have every bit of faith, I won't be turning in my grave, Take the bait and save however much it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Take your own advice before you take a side, Run for middle ground, Take the bait and save however long it takes, Before you've made your wish however much it takes, Before you lie in bed, however long it takes. |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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Lucky are the leaves of the clover,
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools, Shifty are the eyes of the gambler, He's making his tricks -- and a job well done. Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, What small amazing things we will turn to rain, Lucky is a deer in the headlights, Those two are as thick as thieves - not a penny more, Shaky are the hands of the gun shy, He'd rather give up the ghost than stick by, Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, What small amazing things we will turn to rain, Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high, Drink to love while we wait for high tide, Keep it short, keep it brief, You have my word, Gather 'round while we wait for high tide, He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things, Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe, These spots, these seeds, like her, We're all a mess as though we all... |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was worth a cause, Oh, sound off the false alarm, But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back, If you could spare me forty winks, While you cry wolf and I count sheep, What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests, With backbones like a jellyfish, Oh, stomp on your land again, But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back, If you are keeping score then you are bound to win, A ring side seat at the main event, Oh, stomp on your land again, It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back. |
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| 8. |
| 3:45 |
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What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb
Retrieved from a teleprompter. Practical, you are not, Cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever can cool us off, a handshake is a contact sport. No one was waiting to throw out the pilot. We'll float on the back of the winds that you send us. Another tomorrow, shedding the shade we made yesterday. Disguised as the lightning, dissolving all of the thunder, then - Appeasing our monsters under the acrylic skies. Another tomorrow.. Another tomorrow fills up my front window. Outlasting the west wind and building ourselves in So fly, and grab my hand here comes the crash I live for the strong impact that render's both our airbags. Seven folds take very letter you send, don't fold if you're made to bend, rekindle the feud again. String up your harp, play like today will last five minutes. It won't take long to sing us a song to stop the sirens. Sing us a song to stop the silence. |
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| 4:02 |
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Too much patience,
No resistance, Within shouting distance, You can hear a blind man's bluff, Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue, The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers, While the ravenous all eat their fill, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone, Too much hog wart, Not enough hearsay, Always made the front page, You could use a fine tooth comb to get a word from the wise, Would be a welcome surprise, Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone, These walls don't talk, Even when somebody knocks, These walls don't stand, For anyone else but themselves, These walls don't fall, Even when gravity's failing us all, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone. |
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| 3:54 |
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Glow, but don't shine
A fuse for a blueprint, devices my hands built Fought for these roads Walked the rain in my raincoat Drown in the flash flood For we are alive Give, givin' in, not used to Al Fresco Does the sun know... [Chorus:] Today I forgot the zeros and ones? Told you to conquer the rush Sunday I remembered paper beats rock Reached a mile high if I reached a foot Leop-leopard skin is not above or beyond No more a prince than a frog is Fought for these roads Not a check or a litmus Taken bites to avenge us For we are alive Give, givin' in, not used to Al Fresco Does the sun know... [Chorus] I'm figuring out the one thing he's not Is above or beyond And no one's packing up, taking off Or waving goodbye for me all alone [Chorus] Yeah |
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| 5:52 |
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The sideways man walks on his hands
Can't keep from dragging his feet And when he tries I try They twist his arms to get a headstart Tycoons love hitting the jackpot To get back what they've lost He'd have to raise the bar The desert heat left us all in the dark Buried the sun so I carried the torch Head over heels with eyes on the prize I settled for less and it's more than enough Just say when Truth be told, I'd rather be sold Than juggle stepping stones But when he tries I try They all take part to get a headstart Big whigs love hitting the jackpot He's taking all the cheap shots The referee was wrong The way they left us all in the dark They buried the sun so I carried the torch The way they left our eyes on the prize I've settled for less and it's more than enough Just say when The way they left us all in the dark They buried the sun so I carried the torch The way they left our eyes on the prize I've settled for less and it's more than enough The way they left us all in the dark Head over heels just say enough Just say when |
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