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Nighttime in this small town, We keep our voices down and hear the streetlights as we pass on by. A troubled soul is traced to retention un-erased, alive. On the other side of me, tough talk and irony. I hear those footsteps every time I'm alone. Put your rose coloured glasses on, wake up for class my son, my soul. With every part, with everybody's broken bones, for everyone who's ever felt alone: you're not alone. I'm hearing interference on the phone. Independence day intends to stay that way and so I wait and watch the world on my own.
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Stop. Hey, why are you acting so bitter
Stars aren't so aligned in your favour
Bad luck, from spring until winter
Breathe in sweet relief
Found myself a new pair of sneakers
Hanging off of a telephone wire
Little bit loose, but they'll do until school
It's so hard to leave
Believe me, I'd love to stay, and keep things this way,
But lately, I've come to thinking, only to sink.
I'm thinking, of all the sounds I need to see
I'm fading, further away from who I should be
I've got quite a few tricks up my sleeve
My left wears crocodile scales
I know of the pastern of Blueskin
Bandaging that bruise
Coasters on the new coffee table
We didn't miss a spot guaranteed
Cellophane smiles will walk on for miles
Even I've tried, and I got this far
Do you see a wall of everything
Or do we all stay quiet, distract ourselves
Unpack and relax, put your feet up, or don't sit back at all.
Say you ain't tough, your hands are rough, your bones will stand to fall.
Holding it all for the big boss
Being lost is a low life loss.
Finding love on long drive home
I need someone who will bury my bones
I see someone who will bury my bones.
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My heart and soul have turned to gold, it's time to go.
Lucid dreams leave me against the ceiling looking where your body lay.
Sleepwalking's always giving me the feeling to persevere another day.
I've been hoping you'd come around soon,
Waiting on a new phase of the moon.
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Alone at home to think about the thought that you put on me
Sleeping more than once a night around the clock on every block that you don't see
A fountain speak recycles every touch
A penny dropped, a little lost, to be found by water drops
A sky so far away can't say that you all miss me much
A million masks all eaten up by the sun
I feel it creep in every corner of ever corridor
A little misled, still it sheaths between my shoulders.
Alone at home to think about the name that will always be, just me, just me
'cause I'm a bright young lad, and I'm too smart for colour tv.
But I'll see you in the gardens my sweet rose
And I'll see that you are pollinated well
A radio replays all of these speeches of well being,
But I can't trust the sights that I've been seeing.
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*instrumental*
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Holding all've sweet mary's bags to my side
They smell so sweet to me
I've smoked every hour since the day you died
How far has it gotten me
I'm a mess, that can't be fixed by cryin
I never learned to
Buckle up mid-turn and keep drivin
So I could get close to
You, there ain't nothing else that matters more to me,
And I drop my bags so I can see the light
No longer at the end of my dry lips
cause I've spent too much time being just a little kid.
All in all, I've said it all before
so yeah, maybe I miss you
Day after day on the bathroom floor
'cause I never learned to
Breathe fresh air, and break these bad habits
I never learned to
Take a chance and live on without it,
And spend all my time with
You, there ain't nothing else that matters more to me
And I drop my bags so I can see the light
No longer at the end of my dry lips
cause I've spent too much, oh too much time
I spend too much time, I've spent all my time being just a little kid.
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Don't have enough on to go outside
My fingers close as do my eyes
We're freezing, hoping and viewing the world from a window.
I never felt.
I'm without warmth, or faith that it will warm up
And I'm bracing myself, just writing my list and I'm just shaking a bit.
Just living alone with a flask and a feather,
Scribbling with purpose no matter the weather
The pains in my palms cause my writing to tilt
Clear and composed but buried in complex and guilt.
Like the wilt of the rose.
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Bane's now, in the middle of a one-way street.
Leading, a liar that everyone can see.
Although, I've seen too much from afar, I know you'll never catch that dream,
It lives to see you cease to be.
Picture perfect life...
Fiction fighting light
Loosen up and feel alright.
Your skin, thinning down to the edge of your bones,
Thinking, of how I became so alone.
I felt the change in the rain, in how it pours on me
I'll live my life, unfocused on who to be, living free.
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Your glass is half full when you're filling it up
and half empty when you're drinking it down
is it that hard to tell that I'm the emptiest shell that's been
drunken and stumbling around, oh dear.
Pick yourself up off the ground,
domesticate that frown and feel euphoria
Radiate exaggerated helpings of hope
through every slippery slope and leave the home again.
Wanderlust and currency are keeping me down,
I counted 27 envelopes just looking around.
Asphyxiate.
You'll never know that sensation I get. my friends,
I've been feeling afflicted with fathoms of taverns' consumption percent.
Personally i prefer just an ardent allusion, but to an extent.
I've been faithfully bathing and making good use of a commoner's sense,
Perforating pretense, a primary defense of your past— but a lie never lasts.
I've been faithfully fishing and wishing a worm to outlast.
*freestyle rap
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Patrick Parliament - 333
03:32
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Devin Van Egdom - Repeat
02:37
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