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Good morning finger
Approximate a plan To sell another t shirt So how's your head hurt And what's to understand Of elevated teachers You like a metal fan On high at times So go protruding hands In aerospace arena Interference dead Let it go you don't need it anyhow All at your finger tip selection-fly in all directions now! Let it go you don't need it anyhow All at your finger tip selection-fly in all directions now! |
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| 2. |
| 2:25 |
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It's time for a round
Some times I cry for the sane The sane worth speaking of Electric misery Like lightning flashing about In conversation No need to call him out Believe your intuition How is it you want him to be Vivid and psychic Inventing new clich? In you not happiness nor hope These gifts do not matter now The hurtful gifts we bring Subject to prop and plan we have to nominate a signal we can understand By now the naked entrants aren't who we need Beneath the hollow tree in gratitude I'm waking up to cut my deal |
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| 2:25 |
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Fly into ashes a hole
They will polish you brightly wherever you go Their ashes come true They'll bring knowledge unto you wherever you know Unofficial study guides will help you when you're ready boy Superficial lacerations they won't hurt you Exert you into growing out Fly into ashes a hole They will follow you into wherever you flow To ashes so slow that the knowledge you acquire to help you Ceilings now are clawing gold They need something reverent and bold Holding out for the heaven to unfold Unofficial study guides will help you when you're ready boy Superficial lacerations they won't hurt you Exert you into growing out Ceilings now are clawing gold They need something reverent and bold Holding out for the heaven to unfold |
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| 4. |
| 0:51 |
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Oh, tropical robots
When you come of age you'll reach the sun And when you go away you won't come back no more Alabama policeman.. let them go on their way Don't spoil their fun Cause when they go away they wont go back no more |
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| 5. |
| 2:23 |
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Pike fly mighty, every thing tries to
In the uphill crick Kings and queens the same-fan that flame, and Hot soup boils in the wretched spoils of the clock collector's clique Why should I listen to you Why should I listen to you now Cause you're okay You make me high and it's a day away oh yeah Give me strength Blow some life into me Jesus yeah You're alright Blow some life into a free man now Miracles bleed through steel and needle In the uphill crick Silhouettes and screams that's what we mean Come on big seven Gimmie green heaven at the final gun Why should I listen to you Why should I listen to you now Cause you're okay You make me high and it's a day away oh yeah Give me strength Blow some life into me Jesus yeah You're alright Blow some life into a free man now You're alright Blow some life into me Jesus yeah Gimmie strength Blow some life into a free man now You're okay Blow some life into me Jesus now You're alright Blow some life into a free man yeah You're alright Blow some life into me Jesus now Gimmie strength Blow some life into a free man now you're okay Blow some life into me Jesus now you're okay..... |
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| 1:37 |
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She's got the face
She's got the face that makes me happy I never thought about how lovely it was Until one day she went over and out Over and out Over and out When will she come back to me Over and out She's a disgrace She's a disgrace to friends and family I never thought about how lucky I was Until one day she went over and out Over and out Over and out When will she come back to me Over and out |
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| 2:10 |
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Give him hope
Give him progress Give him time Sell him communion Dream angels telepathy It's an item Of appropriate backing Regardless of enemies Things are fine beneath your zodiac sign The dancing monsters Have all gone home to bed To find their secret hideaways If this is the reason That I have no recall Each man has his fuss It's not a thing You think you can run But you know you must fall Ever spiralling down Afraid forever It fazes me slightly It dazes me nightly But these things won't hurt me And I feel like a completely different person |
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| 1:43 | 
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| 9. |
| 3:33 |
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Every street is dark and folding
Out mysteriously Where lies the chance we take To be always working, reaching out for A hand that we can't see Everybody's gotta hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Invitiation to the last dance Then it's time to leave But that's the price we pay When we deceive one another, animal mother She opens up for free Everybody's gotta hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Look at the talkbox In mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy Look at the talkbox In mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering On the landscape That nothing grows on But time still goes on Through each life of misery Everybody's gotta hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Everybody's gotta hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Everybody's gotta hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me |
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