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A Drug Inside Your Wrist
04:24
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Don't ask me where I'm going, 'cause I don't know, when all the world is glowing, bright. I need to watch myself and spiral above the red carpet. And, no, I won't cry, tonight. Don't tell me that the wind is whispering the answers to me, 'cause I already know that truth. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take this kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs a tree to hide away, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is found anymore. Chloe, you cross my mind into thoughts of better times. The lake is bright. The sky is white and the waves reflect it right into my backyard, at night. Safety nets in my friend's dreams animate into the scene. Trust in Chloe to make believe she is good, a drug inside your wrist and teeth, o-oooh, Chloe. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take that kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs the stairs, like blackened smoke, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is profound, anymore. I have lost my dancing skills; I'm confined to my bed. If you show me your new moves, I will take you out on the town. But, my headache's killing me, so I better stay locked in this place. Don't be like me; don't give it up, at 23. Just have fun 'til your legs just snap off. I'm just an old man and I wanna understand; is that too much to ask, God, you punk? I'm like a little boy and I want my favorite toy; to me, it's like a shiny, red truck. When I was 23, could I tap dance like a freak? The answer to that inquiry is "yes." I'm just an old man and I wanna understand. I guess you all wish I'd shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
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Hospital Restrooms
03:07
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Oh, how my father loved his medicine; my teacher said it got the best of him, a land of little lives that crawl, at night, and hide in hospital restrooms, in fright. I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion. My father spoke to me in broken words, something about the bushes, full of birds. I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion. My father spoke to me and said "I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion." I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture.
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Victory Of The Severed
03:07
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I don't need your legs to warm me. Standing in the cold, all I could ever need is my cigarette. I'll be there, with my sheep coat that would just be sitting in my attic; I put it to use. I'll be content, freezing, freezing. I like being cold. I like being cold. I like being cold. I like being cold. Victory of the severed with their spears of fake thoughts, victory of the severed with their spears of fake thoughts, swarming my chest, bearing pain, swarming my chest, bearing pain, you forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me.
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I Love This
02:13
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Luck will help you out. Love will help you out. The future, I wanna be careful not to die. I love this. Never give up and cease to try. I feel for you, man; I really mean it; I really mean it is over. Quit teaching us that god-awful nonsense just so we can go to college. We've got our choices and we're afraid. Where's anarchy when you need it?
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All my plans and dreams are coming true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the future is sweating consequence. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back from what you see, you see? All my marble graphing-s have turned the air to stone. The ceiling lights caress the white speakers, when you're not home. And, yes, I can play those sad games, and, yes, I can see your eyes. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back. Reality has other plans. And, when you go to write your paper on the matter, remember, remember, remember: All my plans and dreams are coming true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the future. And, yes, I can see your eyes. And, yes, I can feel the sorrow; it's coming down, tonight.
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Keep It Up
02:49
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Standing on the other side of your line, I don't think I even wanna try. Every weekend, like a religion, we'll be just fine. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. Standing on the other side of your line, if it ever ended, I would cry. I've already made my decision. We'll be just fine. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. Keep it up. Keep it up. Keep it up.
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Get Out Of My Head
03:16
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1, 2, 3, I want to kill, I want to maim the world, and nothing is the same. You think you're cool; I think you're lame; your lazy life is just the same. I've got to tell you, sir, you're the best, sir, at what you do, sir; you're a loser. You're a juicer, drug abuser, lowest form of life, a boozer. If I, possibly, could kill you, slit your throat, you know I would. You better leave me now. Believe me that could kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife. You're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to a pulp, get out of my head! Kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife, you're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to pulp, get out of my head! Disgusted with the world, disgusted with myself, I need to go, find somebody, find somebody else. Disgusted with the world, disgusted with myself, I need to go, find somebody, find somebody else. I want to kill, I want to maim the world, and nothing is the same. You think you're cool; I think you're lame; your lazy life is just the same. I've got to tell you, sir, you're the best, sir, at what you do, sir; you're a loser. You're a juicer, drug abuser, lowest form of life, a boozer. If I, possibly, could kill you, slit your throat, you know I would. You better leave me now. Believe me that could kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife. You're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to a pulp, get out of my head! Kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife, you're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to pulp, get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out!
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Full-Frame Movies
04:49
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2,000 pounds of unrealized, ruined my life, just like this song, sat on my life, just like a mountain, those carousels lit up my eyes. Full-frame movies, just like when I was young, those baseball games lit up my eyes; games, it seems strange. Ruined my life, just like my jokes, into the ground, just like my jokes, life's finger tips feel like a song, 2,000 pounds of unrealized, 2,000 pounds of unrealized.
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Stupid dunces, dumb opinions stay the same way, year after year. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Close-minded freaks, you have no hope. Close-minded freaks, you have no hope. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Everything will change, when you open your eyes. Everything will change, when you open your eyes.
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Plead Insanity
02:26
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Like I said, some other time, "I won't know why I am here." You look like you need a jump; I feel your death is coming near. I wish I had a gun, 'cause I'd shoot you, no hesitation. You are so fundamental and I'm living life in a ration. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. Killing all of my best friends, I don't know what's in my head. Everything you say offends. In moments, you will be dead. I think I will plead the fifth. I know I'm going off the edge. Maybe, you can charm the whip. Maybe, you will get the wedge. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore.
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Explode The Sky
02:23
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Gloomy, and I'm filled with cement; it's roomy, in this apartment. Assuming that I will never fit, blooming is life; I don't see it. Screeching of pain and of torture, burning, today's another scorcher. Black dust is filling up my eyes, blind. No trust is forming and I'm confined. Blue cars are crashing on the four-way. Green stars are strung across the doorway. Explode the sky into my small town. A long road is the thing that I found. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight.
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Blue
02:05
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Fame, you can't take it away from me; it belongs to you. And, it's the same if you take my pride from me, 'cause you're all I need. And, food, you can take it all away, 'cause I want you. And, sound, you can take it away for a day, 'cause, all around, all I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. Love, you can't take it away from me; it belongs to you. And, shine, I can't take away your shine. You're more than bright; you're mine. And, I just can't start to express, I just can't stress your meaning to me and to the world. You're the only girl for me; that's why I'm yours. You're all I need. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you.
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Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet, it's a shame, it's a shame. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet, it's a shame, it's a shame. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet like that, makes my skin jump out of my feet, makes my skin jump out of my feet. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet like that, makes my skin jump out of my feet. A drug inside your wrist, a drug inside my wrist, a drug inside my wrist is clean. My wrist is clean. A drug inside your wrist, a drug inside my wrist, a drug inside my wrist is clean. My wrist is clean from all the trash you tried to store inside, for years on end, inside my home, inside my home, inside my home, inside my home.
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Third Class East Palestine, Ohio
Ohioan alien music since 1999
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