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| 1. |
| 4:00 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:56 | 
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Red mad number one
We will wait Blue bad not enough One of my babies is right with guns I don't whistle more now 'cause he's right - it's simple Before I was a man Nothing more peeled The blue red that's a lot I was looking with another one I don't whistle more now 'cause he's right - it's simple Let's could it be controlling my heart Gone away to take some not with another one We deny for winning Shifting only last soul If we were talking surely piss it away Gonna pitch in the sad, then we'll take it with you If you hit out the season you have felt for no reason Could you tell by emotions Could you tell by the light Could you tell that it's true? If they head on the day, the bad are dead to lay your out of ordinary. |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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| 4. |
| 5:39 |
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We move more than I would like to gamble
I came with my poor poor eyes crawling weakling warning my favorite come and lie here Under my bed or deep under my fingers Well on my hands and knees in times of winding We night it's only when we civilize that worm for vagrant time we need it What secret of your knowing is their begining For chance to be old believe it believe it His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold Set sail and hurt your hand he work a lot, you're going home |
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| 5. |
| 2:32 |
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Any more lazy
He wont eat or speak Running, raving, headless leading little horned animal They will burn in poison Forget everything Ruotten, raving, headless leading Animal is homeless Round head, so big He's here to pull their eyes out now, for the picking My god, it's all remaining My man, so big Keeps me here to pulverize, I'm down, for the many My god, it's all remaining |
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| 6. |
| 9:13 |
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EYE FLYS
I lay like you I feel the same Eye flys like you In touch between In fact it's moon Don't blame the rain That brings you here And ask yourself To prove that you're able To be brave |
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| 7. |
| 3:44 |
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Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand Don't like the front of me on a mand Be still the messagly Distending a modern tale By phone line Might have seen On read by rhyme The violence stirke and spare Seems fortified down square What is the quality reaching low fo side My tears intendedly bonified You still motor high Reach sending a modern tease Right phone line High voice tone Forty lee and four a why |
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| 8. |
| 2:49 |
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The owls are burning
She's sick of me And I'm not leaving So what's the story? Like a good night's They flash in nowhere I couldn't be bothered That's hurting me The night of victory He's ranked you bloody I can't believe And now it's over Wild, nothing new A night, nothing new Oh, you think you're wild, but you're nothing new And now you're wombed Nothing new And that's a wild, but it's nothing new And now you're older Nothing What? Nothing new. A night? Nothing new. What about the heart, friend? But now you're even And you're worried Nothing new Don't even worry, and we'll think it's good Good, good, good... |
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| 9. |
| 2:24 |
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Hey there, Mr Nightmare
Now you're lost (Basics only) The gutter and the martyr Have left you alone (Basics only) The learned and the sparrow Are all eaten by hawks (Basics only) Now you're in the nightmare It's not your fault (Basics only) The wings of holy nightmare Come drifting in (Basics only) Where is all your cold wind Where is what you knew? (Basics only) Now the gutter martyr, now alive and well yeah Now the morning after is just you and yours. |
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| 10. |
| 2:47 |
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The rabies, and what we think is right
We're babies, not alive The mirror, and why we change our names Becomes clearer, not alive The rabies, and what we think is right We're babies, not alive The mirror, and why we change our names Becomes clearer, not alive |
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| 11. |
| 5:39 |
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Wake up, you never looked so glum.
Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming? It's easy for me I got a headstart running away. Keep up, or your disease spread quick. So how did you learn to be sick so cunning? It's easy to see but you just keep on loving alone. Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling... How many moles do you suppose they're keeping? Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping. Dire, dire, dire, is fleeting (6x) Wake up, you never looked so glum. Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming? It's easy for me I got a headstart running away. Keep up, or your disease spread quick. So how did you learn to be sick so cunning? It's easy to see but you just keep on loving alone. Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling... How many moles do you suppose they're keeping? Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping. |
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| 12. |
| 1:48 |
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| 13. |
| 11:44 |
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BORIS
I'd like to take I like to feel wanted Taken up and take them tall I like to make a lot of generate the one eyed mouse Build 'em up and let 'em fall Just lay 'em on and leave the linen tight Taken up and take them tall Generate, lay them flat like monkey man Leave 'em built, right, stand 'em tie them down It's like sin Boris likes a lot of little things to kick Mix every single one that he could ever need Boris feed Let friend, spoon, friend, stone, lie Let's make/take, let's feel wanted Taken up and take 'em tall My shake, mines monkey paddle Boris knows and Boris likes it all It's like sin It's a killer she's a killer maker It reaches in and takes, from the back of your mind I'm not awake still alive 20 bucks has the back and see the lines I got a small, got what they call the lack A lack o' halfway cooked, bullets on my own I say I can't but I really mean I won't In their arm, or maybe up a nole I see it all See Boris has way of seein through my eyes He touches in a fashion, a master of mime Manipulatin me my arms and legs and spine He's got you pawed I'm sinkin told you wait, like a straight on Jew Let 'em hum |
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