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You Need Help
04:02
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you are drawn, like millions of creatures,
to the darkest places and the rottenest peaches
you reach for the cheapest and easiest to get
you were raised that way, you're gonna pay to study it
if you still believe that childhood trauma took the leash of your llama
get your butt in the back of the car, you need help
you went out to the eden cotillion
with a breezy shuffle and a coat of vermilion
a rube with a feigned education
if it rained that day, it couldn'ta got you wet
if you still believe that childhood trauma swiped the key to your honda
get your butt in the back of the car, you need help
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American Steel [DEMO]
04:31
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is it really real? slime hands covetously clutching for the wheel
done lost my shoe scrambling away
like an okie on a vegas holiday
just pray those feet don't fail you now
i was 23, watching 'the bride of chucky' with one hand free
i pine for those heaving, bruising days
now time's heart-breakingly hard to while away
god save the life of leisure
meet you in the wildfire
it's a great, big wheel of american steel and we do what we feel, sunshine
what of it?
ride the setting sun. gliding rudderlessly over everyone
i see a million miles away
there's no place to cool your heels so fan the flames
so free i drop all charges
meet you in the wildfire...
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Salta de Erf [DEMO]
02:28
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if you were caught in a wave, i might not save
your ragged faded bag of bones
'cause the book i'm reading now is a treatise on modern aquaphobic, misanthropic snap decisions
in the morning i set my tooth on a new well-reputed but poorly-executed idea from the files of police squad, i'm a parody within a parody a paramedic appeared
that was the year..
an aneurysm saved me from another taste of the lash. you tried to fan my face with cash
it was the first time that i met you. threw up beside me in the grass
patiently you filled my pocket with the salt of the earth, i might've just thought it was dirt. i estimated your intentions, you estimated me a jerk then left earth
or is this all a simulation that insulates me from an inescapable truth? better 'me' than 'me and you.' i'll take a fallacy within a fallacy over a turn of the screw
there's a saying i tell you ne'er-do-wells who cast your change like witches' spells. 'every dirty dime has two sides' i ain't a pauper, ain't a miser, just your shrewd personal shopper.... then mercifully
an aneurysm saved me from another taste of the lash. you tried to fan my face with cash
it was the first time that i met you. threw up beside me in the grass
patiently you filled my pocket with the salt of the earth, i might've just thought it was dirt. i estimated your intentions, you estimated me a jerk then left earth
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if you were caught in a wave, i might not save
your ragged faded bag of bones
'cause the book i'm reading now is a treatise on modern aquaphobic, misanthropic snap decisions
in the morning i set my tooth on a new well-reputed but poorly-executed idea from the files of police squad, i'm a parody within a parody a paramedic appeared
that was the year..
an aneurysm saved me from another taste of the lash. you tried to fan my face with cash
it was the first time that i met you. threw up beside me in the grass
patiently you filled my pocket with the salt of the earth, i might've just thought it was dirt. i estimated your intentions, you estimated me a jerk then left earth
or is this all a simulation that insulates me from an inescapable truth? better 'me' than 'me and you.' i'll take a fallacy within a fallacy over a turn of the screw
there's a saying i tell you ne'er-do-wells who cast your change like witches' spells. 'every dirty dime has two sides' i ain't a pauper, ain't a miser, just your shrewd personal shopper.... then mercifully
an aneurysm saved me from another taste of the lash. you tried to fan my face with cash
it was the first time that i met you. threw up beside me in the grass
patiently you filled my pocket with the salt of the earth, i might've just thought it was dirt. i estimated your intentions, you estimated me a jerk then left earth
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Dumped [C-SIDE]
01:58
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the one thing i regret the most, before i can give up the ghost...
the creeping weed that chokes my pride and turns the pink stuff black inside
it made the board beneath me swell, it struck me blind and sick as hell
i bought about a thousand shares because i was unwise and i didn't care at all
i give the same speech every night. and why should you be penalized? and why the hell shouldn't i
when i say put me down, you put me down. don't scatter me around. not in the sea, not stonehenge, dump me on the rug. you get your clean sweep, i get my deep sleep
the part that really shrinks my dink and drives me to the bleeding brink
and winks at me from miles away and reaches out but shies away
mistook it for a paper tiger rather than a keen insider
closer than two coats of paint, skin's a fitted sheet on a bed of meat, i'm unmade.
i give the same speech every night. and why should you be penalized? and why the hell shouldn't i
when i say put me down, you put me down. don't scatter me around. not in the sea, not stonehenge, dump me on the rug. you get your clean sweep, i get my deep sleep
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You Need Help [DEMO]
01:42
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you are drawn, like millions of creatures,
to the darkest places and the rottenest peaches
you reach for the cheapest and easiest to get
you were raised that way, you're gonna pay to study it
they offered to bring you rosy glasses from the ministry of optics, get your butt in the back of the car, you need help
you went out to the eden cotillion
with a breezy shuffle and a coat of vermilion
a rube with a feigned education
if it rained that day, it couldn'ta got you wet
if you still believe that childhood trauma swiped the key to your honda
get your butt in the back of the car, you need help
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