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Cold War
00:59
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So sentimental about tv shows
Leaving home
Fighting them off
For years
I spy on you
As if you like me watching
Drinking Russian vodka
Nothings as it seems
Married to
A travel agent
In this family
Of strangers
No connection
We only speak in code
This love
Never clean cut
Its the lie
That keeps everyone alive
Governing neighbours
Hot in this Cold War
Just remember
What we’re fighting for
If I’m found out they won’t find you
Taking orders like a waitress
Always waiting for some signal
The American Dream
Fit it all into a suitcase
I was waiting for a purpose
Tapping phones for interactions
I can never go home
Poisoning the crops
Going hungry again
Taught there’s only one way
Now doubting every word
Lying to the children
So everyone gets sleep
Stay in bed don’t move an inch
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Biscuits, Ham, & Eggs
00:50
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Stay in bed don't move an inch. I'm making you breakfast I'll be back in a pinch. Biscuits, ham, and eggs but as I turn around honey I can see your legs. Your lipstick kiss got me stuck in a haze. I burnt my hand on the frying pan. Your lipstick kiss..
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Very Nature
00:55
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Your lipstick kiss, it marks my jaw. What is your name, I can't recall? My tangled shirt is falling off. It's in my very nature. Is it my very nature? It is my crib, this bathroom stall. A running tap is my alarm. I'm wearing shoes but not my socks. It's in my very nature. Is it my very nature? Where is my phone, where did I park? The walk of shame is all day long. The primrose path does not lead home. An obelisk, it breaks my fall. I fill my cup with something raw.
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Succumb
00:48
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I fill my cup with something raw. You treat me like a yokel, I’m slack jawed. I feel destined for the void again and the love unearned has caused a deficit. And I’ve come to my senses, my senses, succumbed to my senses and now I know that I’ve got my consensus. Consensus. I’ve got my consensus. I don’t deserve to get along. I don’t deserve to get along. I don’t deserve to get along with you or anyone that good. I wanted love, but just felt misunderstood. Oh no, they’re right. I’ve realized that this league ain’t mine. And I’ve succumbed to my senses, my senses. I’ve come to my senses, my senses.
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5. |
The Right Place
00:54
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I've come to my senses
Off in my head helpless
It's not where it's supposed to be
I'm talking 'bout eternity
Lost where my house and my home is
Get up
Stand up
Get straight
Don't be late
You're in the right place
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Maybe / Mush
00:59
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I'm in the right place, right time as well. Speaking as far as I can tell. Maybe I'm a mess and I need to sleep. Maybe I have had too much to drink. Maybe I'll spit some more blood down the sink. Maybe my brain is mush and I can't think. The future’s looking quite well for me. Looking so far as I can see. Maybe I'm a mess and I need to sleep. Maybe I have had too much to drink. Maybe I'll spit some more blood down the sink. Maybe my brain is mush and I can't think.
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A Jerk
00:59
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Maybe my brain is mush and I can't think. Open a can of worms when I try to speak. Giving a shit about you is not my thing. Maybe my brain is mush and I'm not educated, but I think I know alot. You don't have to ask; I'm gonna say it even though I really should shut up. Maybe my brain is mush and I can't think. Open a can of worms when I try to speak. Giving a shit about you is not my thing. Maybe my brain is mush and I dont try to give a fuck. I use a logic of the gut. I'm a glutton with your time, and I came into some money but I cannot spare a dime. Maybe my brain is mush and I use a logic of the gut.
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Logic of the Gut
01:03
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Logic of the gut, dishonest, eager hearts, that never make the cut, that never wanna give out their fair right impression right away. With pathetic, prophetic statements. Fake it til you’re content with faking it. Put your best foot forward until it cramps up on you, you dehydrated piece of fool. Tragic aching gut, discouraged, bitter hearts. Wallow in a rut. Brought back to the false start where they’re seizing up again. Hydrate repeat.
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Kitsilano Yuppie
00:59
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Hydrate repeat
Watch what you eat
Get a good sleep
Try to count sheep
Gotta sweat it out now
Gotta sweat it out now
Hydrate repeat
Healthy beliefs
Stretch it out now
Stretch it out now
Stretch it out now
Woo!
Take a deep breath
Have no regrets
Clear your conscience
Listen silence
Gotta work it out now
Gotta work it out now
Can't have no bread
No carbs bad bread
Can't have no milk
No eggs no yolk
I'm all out of eggs
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Four singers
Boost pedals
Power chords
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