1. |
See Saw
05:33
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Patience Lost
Stuck on the seventh sea
Camelot
Crowded by service fees
My back to the door
Pair of docs
Pulling me by knees
Tick the clock
Counting me secondly
My hair’s getting short
How could I do wrong?
The time we take is breaking up
I’m rocking like a see saw
But people think I’m nodding off
I watched you like a watch dog
A million mile stare across
I’m bottling my soft rock
And waiting for the day to stop
All in the afternoon
Taper off
Lying awake I breathe
Tape the box
Careful around the seams
My Hands getting sore
Records are
Fragile but not for me
Set the bar
One day the’ll speak of me
But less isn’t more
How could I do wrong?
The time we take is breaking up
Rocking like a see saw
But people think I’m nodding off
Watch you like a watch dog
A million mile stare across
I’m bottling my soft rock
And waiting for the day to stop
All in the afternoon
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2. |
Every Inch
02:56
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I will stay alive with every inch of me
I won’t compare likes to those I don’t really admire
Falling faster with the gravity of earth
I was paralyzed by what you said to me
Couldn’t bare to fight non-confrontational desires
Thought that you’d have my best interest in mind
So comb your hair
And wash away the clarity we find
I was lost but now I’m making up the map
Found a compass pointing to an infinite retire
Lost in space means something different to me
I’m a paradox, a living hypocrite
I will read you fast as humanly impossible
Swallow vitamins and eat nutritional
So comb your hair
And wash away the clarity we find
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3. |
Whole In One
01:33
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Love is a concept fading
Tough like a moon in waning
Ready or not
I’m a cookie crumbling
Soft like a mattress fumbling
Pray like a nun
Quarter the sponge and score
Till they scream hole in one
Falling in love is a long time coming
The truth is confused and squabbling
Stay till the end
Of that silent movie
Laugh at the old school comedy
And pray like a nun
Quarter the sponge and score
Till they scream hole in one
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4. |
Same Old
04:39
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Same old plans
Nobody cares much anyway
Make amends
With all the thoughts you meant to say
It’s not my fault
Leap the fence
Sweat while the sweating’s good for you
Same old glands
The dopamine’s force ain’t strong with you
It’s not my fault
The sound of violins
Won’t help this mess we’re in
I woke up feeling thinner
Same old fans
I guess that’s what all your friends are for
Make new fans
I guess that’s what all your money’s
It’s what I want
I miss those days
When all of my cares were happy ones
So stand up straight
Just bend in the ways your parents want
It’s not my fault
Back of the line and pause
Sick in the mind and soft
Turned on a dime and caught
Thanks for your time
The sound of violins
Won’t help this mess we’re in
I woke up feeling thinner
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5. |
Stephen
05:17
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Stephen was compatible, though he don’t seem
Recognize the kind of soul that's kind of like me
Fitness manifesting
Half my name to make it whole, I go by Steve
Pour the glass until its full, clog up the sink
Learn how to make yourself clean
Stay at home and pay the toll at once
Make a name for you and what you’ve done
Something’s on my mind
Gently wasting time
Tell them what’s divine
Feel but don’t define
Jesus Christ was typical of his century
Exercising miracles for peasants for free
Reshaped by history
Maybe something similar will happen to me
I hope that I’m remembered accurately
And not by the way I seem
Stay at home and pay the toll at once
Make a name for you and what you’ve done
Something’s on my mind
Gently wasting time
Tell them what’s divine
Feel but don’t define it
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