1. |
slumber
02:59
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hiding out
i'm changing colors to camouflage
all the while
you're changing address to sabotage
when I wake up from this slumber
i'm gonna be blind from the sand stuck in my eyes
white it out
i'll catch light if i'm magnified
sit it out
permanent seat on the sidelines
when i get over from under
it's gonna be too late to wonder
who
when i wake up from this slumber
it's gonna be too late to wonder
who
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2. |
fetch
03:13
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left hand chase
the right hand round
you can beg it with a painted smile
it won't back down
(i will)
guess i'll take the long way round
if i could see it from another side
i might get out
time waits so long to leave you nothing but dead
string me along but i won't chase nothing i can't catch
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3. |
pipe dope
01:11
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fill the hole before the words start coming out
trickle slow down from the corner of my crooked mouth
if i waited for it would it come or waste my time?
if i knew it wouldn't would i mind chasing dimes?
if i stopped i'd cease to be
never was
wouldn't still
never had
never will
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4. |
cutting eye
02:24
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well i guess we just got more of what we didn't want
could i ask for something else that i know won't be enough?
feel it coming
it gives no warning
like it knows i'll be disappointed in whatever's coming into the focus of cutting eye
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5. |
oblomov
03:34
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staring down into the ceiling
don't look up the rug is peeling
tripping and falling over the traps i set when i'm home alone
don't reach that high
the fruit hangs low
i'd leave the couch if i could ditch the vertigo
shake the right hand like you mean it
wave the left one like you're leaving
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6. |
mending
02:33
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the fall
the break
leaves the mend
hard to make
again
don't look now
it's crumbling
lack of sound is deafening
all i want
is to feel this way
to be this close
to feel the same
dull lights
flickering
dull eyes
focusing
avert my gaze
again
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7. |
road rash
03:21
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easily
i could let it go, just let it fall out
should've known
that i was holding on to always hold out
or the other way around
lonely road's the only road that most of me has ever known
soles worn down
and they're full of holes
where the feelings fell out
when the pressure's low i'll be moving slow
when the feelings change i'll be switching lanes
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