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3:33 PM
01:54
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don't sleep too much
i won't buy that
cartoon ghost in my mirror
so far i'm sad
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True Love
02:04
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true love is grey walls to destroy your dreams upon
true love is distorted pictures of hate
true love is an absence of emotions, i suppose.
picked up like a dirty habit
beat down like a day old addiction
found out the beauty of death is just confusion
locked out of everything except this illusion that i'm living in.
true love is a state of oblivion
dance love, dance with me before my mind caves in
true love is you and i.
true love
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Lost
02:25
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there's a hole in the wall where the mirror used to be
and all that i have is rusty needles and broken dreams
the blood stains the sink
i wrap myself in the corners of my mind
the darkness it holds, well i might as well be blind
but the security makes it alright
i stare out the window only to find grey skies
and i think of this life as a whore instead a wife
i'm lost, i'm not alright
i'm lost, i'm not alright
i've got friends in extremely low places
who drive me home when i get too wasted
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Nikki and the ghost eyed dog
came falling around the sun
with gasoline and a basket of dreams
they were telling everyone
how god and his mother
were smothered last november.
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Black & White
04:02
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the wind is howling all around
this graveyard of a town
souls escaping through the trees
souls that look like you and me
and i have friends who see in black and white
and i have friends who will die, tonight.
see the water down the drain
gone like all of what we chase
life is a moment but refrained
by the momentary glance
and i have thoughts that sleep in black and white
the flower's veins of lies i chase will die, tonight.
hear the arrows shoot across
the winter's air of which we've lost
hear your mother's voice sing soft
in the field of diamond frost
and i have dreams that scream in black and white
the daughter's veins of pills and vain will die, tonight.
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Mexico
03:52
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i'm gonna go to mexico
where the walls are mud
i'm gonna find my worth
though i know it's not enough.
i'll spend my days in circus tents
where the women are men
i'll see where i stand
though i know it's not with her.
i'm gonna sleep on floors
and on ocean shores
i'm gonna get divorced
just because i'm bored.
i'll take off all my rings
and cut my hair
find a new darling
to take me anywhere.
i'm gonna get drunk
in these graveyards
i'm gonna draw blood
and kill the start.
i'm gonna buy a suit
and some combat boots
i'm gonna burn my heart
just to find the truth.
and the church service
was a masquerade
all those hollow people
with their plastic faces.
and father please
won't you tell me again
how you wanna be my fucking friend
but with friends like these
who needs enemies
i'm learning from the best about vanishing.
these scribbled lines
they don't make a thing
it's just a simple song
tied to a melody.
but i'm gonna make it real
for the time being
i'm gonna dance in fields
with my mind bleeding.
and in this passing time
i'm gonna daydream
i'm gonna drown it out until i simply cannot breathe.
i'm gonna go to mexico
where the walls are mud
i'm gonna find my worth
though i know it's not enough
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Valium Fuzz
02:25
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she sings with a mouth full of bees
sweetheart, miss shaky knees
in black, a parade of vanity
lay back, let me feel you bleed
i know someday i will go
someday so will you
someday we will die
and that's just fine.
valium fuzz, porcelain eyes
chemical buzz, fourth of july
in dreams you're made of gasoline
in pink, time abducts the scene
i know someday i will go
someday so will you
someday we will die
and that's just fine.
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the South
02:09
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talk me out of kissing your mouth
i've been there before and i wanna go to the south
i sleep alone through days so short
time is an echo and it can't be bought.
one day i will die
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i don't know how to feel when you treat me like someone else
and the heat from the bare bulb is getting to me
while the moon is receiving answers directly from the sea
and this wish i so desperately waste my breath on
fall for me.
everyone is someone else, my mind is a mental hell
and the songs are just postcards to remind you i'm alone
and you ask me what's wrong with me and i should change my tone
but i'm tired of myself and all my creations
as i appear composed.
please excuse my sleepy eyes
my brain is overused and my skin is dry
cause i'm lying in my own piss and blood
and you're dying of laughter, hiding your bones
that you keep so firmly neat and posed
you're a fucking joke.
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10. |
the Art of Losing
03:02
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i took part in the communion
and i felt the art of losing
so if i ever leave sweet tennessee
i'm going out to new york city
i'll ride those subway cars
and drink alone in bars
fall asleep in central park
dance with a lovely girl in the dark
and i won't even know her name
and i'll cry when i'm alone
cause you're not there with me
but i'll feel so at home
feeling that lonely
i thought of you as a friend
but you're just a name that bleeds from my pen
i used to like sleep now it's disturbing peace
taking up time and disturbing me
cause every time i dream
i dream in black and white things so obscene
like december's chills in my memory
and old friends i never see
ain't it strange how something so absent
can make you feel so strange and feel so sick
so i'll bleed and bleed on this clean white page
carving maps in my heart to lead the way
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