1. |
Cornbread
03:30
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Cry for no one,
way to go.
Sip to nothing,
a long shot.
Side by side with
an old song.
If he's asking
tell him I'm gone.
Gone, gone.
Buying stuff with
the same thoughts.
No one's laughing,
are they all bored?
Side by side with
that old song.
If he's asking
tell him I'm gone.
Gone, gone.
Same drop.
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2. |
Crystal Scales
04:14
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All the books you're hoarding won't
do it right.
Hold your shoulders, stretch your back,
you'll be fine.
A great display of confidence
is the line of your eyes.
Not depressed, just sad, 'cause once
you know stuff
you can't unknow stuff.
It's all around us.
Spinning chimes.
You're built to fight.
I know I'm clever
but not that clever.
Your time is ticking
way faster than mine.
It's all around us.
Spinning chimes.
You're built to fight.
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3. |
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don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know what to do with myself.
I should rest for a while,
it seems
I rested all my life
In between
I don't know how to choose,
I've got suspicious 'but special.
I don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know what to do with myself.
I should read a book,
as if
I haven't thought about it.
Books don't speak to me
anymore.
I don't know how to choose,
I've got suspicious' bout special.
I don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know what to do with myself.
Everytime I have an epiphany I remove it.
The same second I get a new angle I erase it.
It's funny how I still...
I don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know what to do with myself.
I don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know how to do with myself.
It's funny how I still...
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4. |
To Refine
02:16
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One by one,
you're gonna kill 'em all.
Every teardrop refines.
Nobody says that I
tried sometimes,
nobody is into that.
Hide somehow.
Aside.
Nobody says that I've tried.
Aside.
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5. |
The Joy of Missing Out
03:50
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Astray you go,
second star.
You'd rather be ignored
than have a place to call home.
Not being around.
I can do without.
When you're on your own you solely have to wait,
'cause you thought so much there's nobody awake for you.
Astray you go,
second star.
You'd rather be ignored
than have a neater place to call home.
Don't stomp
on the ground.
I can't miss a sound.
When you're on your own you solely have to wait.
You have to wait and play fetch with rain.
'cause you hated so much there's no one to relate with.
Astray you go,
second star.
You'd rather be ignored
than have a
place to call home.
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6. |
Two Allies
03:36
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Cover up the drama,
cover up the drama.
'cause we might summon
some
ghost note.
Keep things in line,
it was about time.
Stuck for a while,
a while.
Two allies,
two allies,
you’re the counterpart of mine.
Keep things in line,
it was about time.
Stuck for a while,
a while.
' cause we might summon
some
ghost note.
Two allies,
two allies.
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Tender is
your skin.
Compelling
is your will
to be
and live like nobody else.
We won't get.
Quite untracked
is your path,
like the fox
and the snow
we saw.
You look like nobody else, you stay there
and wait for a chance.
And then we won't get.
I've asked a kid
who was passing by
"can the blink
of an eye
hold the storm
she stores inside?"
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