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Day One
02:53
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Day one, a new blank page for you
A ringing alarm, but you can't help pressing snooze
Thirteen flintstone vitamins down the chute
Thirteen pillows wasting, wasting youth
Thirteen flintstone vitamins down the chute
Thirteen pillows wasting, wasting youth
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2. |
Budweiser Haircut
02:44
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Scissor cut
And I could give a fuck
And with a nip and tuck
For my ruffled baby
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Plastic Buddha
01:55
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Plastic buddha spoke to me
Motioned with his hand
A tired look of sympathy
A mirror on a stand
Fire in the sky
That doesn't know who's looking
Sunglasses, a christian lie
For the sake of musing
For the sake of music
"Why not?" he says
Through cheap carbon lips
You and I we're quite the same
'cept you can shake those fucking hips
So shake those fucking hips
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4. |
Fiber Wire
03:18
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Cold screen glass, LED stare
A window to the other side
Numb lock on, alcohol swab
Keyboard dirt insecticide
Hold me back if you're smart
Or no one else will see inside
A prophet's word is prophet's word
A priestly robe of fiber wire
Fiber wire in my heart
An everlasting gigabyte
Cold screen glass, LED stare
A window to the other side
Cold screen glass, LED stare
A widow on the other side
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5. |
Horse and Rabbit
00:54
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6. |
Murder She Spoke
03:25
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Last night in my old apartment
A man slipped out the door
Ran out to his muscle car and
Skidded off, my heart was torn
Walked inside to see my baby
Naked as the day we met
Started shaking, crying out
Wiping off my tears and sweat
Chased her to the quiet corner
And couldn't help but raise my hand
She cried out and her lips parted
But she couldn't say a thing
Windpipe swelling
"Murder," she spoke
No use for yelling with my hands upon her throat
I noticed that the room was quiet
One of us was nearing death
Just mumbled cries, a loose "I'm sorry"
Whispered as she lost her breath
I smelled helium, or maybe just delirium
And a light called out
Windpipe swelling
"Murder," you spoke
No use for yelling with your hands upon my throat
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