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sleepwalking
04:10
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sleepwalking
hollow dreams that never reach an end
fall to pieces, stop, form again
hold out hands that can`t grasp the reins
pass through me, ghost, and fade away
stop, stop, stop, well, I’m spilling out
it`s not running dry that I`m worried about
start shining lights, flashing brights, broken sights, turning right
no time but now is why we always give up, and
stop, stop, stop from filling up holes
it`s more than just change that’s taking its toll
keep losing nights, climbing heights, taking bites, maybe, might
feel alive once we figure it out
figure it out
stop, stop, stop from thinking these thoughts
it`s never the answers that are tied up in knots
quit counting days, planning ways, slow decay, hard to say
no rhyme or reason why I exist at all
so stop, stop, stop I`m already there
no more to take off, I, I`m laying so bare
what comes what may, on display, impasse, swerve and sway
over the edge once we`ve figured it out
figured it out
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sad boys
03:06
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sad boys
what`s the worst thing that you want to hear?
it must be something that we can’t say
you`re small enough for this big, big world
this big, big world, this big, big world
it`s not dancing if you have to pay
mind your business and be on your way
mind your business and be on your way
words, like knives, they cut right through you
sanitized, you grew up into a sad boy
what’s been said can`t be unsaid
but what has hurt can be forgiven
you`re small enough for this big, big world
this big, big world, this big, big world
no scars to show where you`ve been
it’s not over till you give in
it`s not over till you give in
words, like knives, they cut right through you
sanitized, you grew up into a sad boy, and that`s a fact
words, like knives, they cut right through you
sanitized, you grew up into a sad boy
paralyzed, in us confide
we tell you things and hope you hear, but
words, like knives, they cut right through you
sanitized, you grew up into a sad boy, and that`s a fact
words, like knives, they cut right through you
sanitized, you grew up into a sad boy, and that`s a fact
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...i guess its not the end of the world
all on fire, doused in flames
don`t feel like walking so you take a train
locked in glass, locked in frame
spread out on carpets in the rain
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling
lost incantations passing just an inch away
call for contact, call for pain
step inside of a warped terrain
judge the distance, push to strain
with no words to explain
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling
lost incantations passing just an inch away
forsaken souls are waking up
all that is was all that is
forsaken souls
all that is was all that is
wait! get up!
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tension
02:59
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tension
spend it but can`t spend enough
feel the tension
the worlds full of minds made up
i feel the tension
we don`t have the right to complain
cause we never, never, never broke off of these chains
so pay up
save it but can`t save enough
i feel the tension
can`t take it when your time is up
i feel the tension
we don`t have the right to complain
cause we never, never, never broke off of these chains
so pay up
we don`t have the right to complain
cause we never, never, never broke off of these chains
so pay up
just a fragment of what we`re part of
just a fragment of
just a fragment of what we`re part of
just a fragment of
we don`t have the right to complain
cause we never, never, never broke off of these chains
so pay up
we don`t have the right to complain
cause we never, never, never broke off of these chains
so pay up
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5. |
denwa suru
01:53
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every spring i feel sick in the head
mountains rise above the sea
to deep canyons where the darkness bleeds
into daylight behind the hanging moon
oceans, where the shadows loom
get low
up is up, low is low
my brain hurts, decides where to go
existence begs the question why
from the abyss came wide-open eyes
blind to solace
within the whole, apart
sorrows just begin to start
get low
up is up, low is low
my brain hurts, decides where to go
up is up, low is low
my brain hurts, decides where to go
up is up, low is low
my brain hurts, decides where to go
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koenji cats
03:18
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koenji cats
mad stray cat, running from the robots
neon signs light the way of no return
short cut dress, pressed down baseball cap, dirty knees
passing by the shop again
opened eyes, black and white is all I see, but
it`s not enough to wonder why
find my space and listen to the sounds they`re making
it`s such a funny place to lie
this night, you know it can’t break me
this night, you know it can`t break me
got nine lives to go
counting lanterns, swaying in the wind, zigzag streets
burning candles everywhere
in the rain, umbrellas bloom, sprout into
pale transparent mushrooms overhead
opened eyes, black and white is all I see, but
it`s not enough to wonder why
find my space and listen to the sounds they`re making
it`s such a funny place to die
this night, you know it can’t break me
this night, you know it can`t break me
got nine lives to go
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collide
03:00
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collide
quit pretending all this is splendid
time to spend it, break down and blend it up
until these realities pistol whip you, push and hit you
draws a boundary line
how could it come to these interactions in chaos?
we collide and they split off in two
how could it come to this?
losing sight of what’s inside us
nothing but the thoughts we have are true
modern ways of double entendre
will it faze you when bullets graze your skin?
and that`s precisely what it is to be or not to be, speak plainly now
how could it come to these interactions in chaos?
we collide and they split off in two
how could it come to this?
losing sight of what’s inside us.
nothing but the thoughts we have are
nothing but the thoughts we have are
nothing but the thoughts we have are
nothing but the thoughts we have are true
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