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Centerline
03:49
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Open wound. Time heals everything.
It won’t heal mine. Mine is different.
I’m holding on to this image and to no surprise I feel the rift again.
Focus up. Don’t give in. I hate my mind and only friend.
I know it gets old and overwhelming. I hope we can slow the world.
Sober nights and all kinds of mess.
Suck me in. It’s alright I guess.
Sit wide awake and now the suffering feels real.
Oh no, been so long.
Focus up. Don’t give in. I hate my mind and only friend.
Oh well, he knows it gets old and overwhelming. I hope we can slow the world.
I hope we can slow the world. I hope we can slow the world around me.
I know it gets old and overwhelming. I hope we can slow the world.
Fear not the end is near. Poor soul, depraved and empty.
You’ll grow and figure out just how to live without me.
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2. |
Odd Computers
05:05
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Slow me down. See cars for miles from here.
Something’s wrong. My brain needs odd computers.
Hate it here, don’t you know? This place is all familiar.
On your knees, feel the ground. This place has grown civilians.
Spoke to god through the glass and asked a million new questions.
Drive away from all this instead of going through the motions.
Soon from now, I’ll smash my ball and chain.
Swerve it right off the interstate.
Slow me down. See cars for miles from here.
Something’s wrong. My brain needs odd computers.
Waste the light away. Waste your life away.
Waste the night and day in your moving grave.
Waste the light away. Waste your life away.
Waste the night and day. Keep it moving.
Something’s wrong. My brain needs, brain needs, brain needs.
Odd computers, don’t change me, change me, change me.
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Diesel Country
03:30
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Diesel Country for fifteen miles. Desert eagles will make you smile.
If they don’t kill me for speakin’ too loud. Send my mistress I’m over in town.
Faceless strangers, let’s follow them outta here.
They know where the good people are.
A spiteful place and I know it gets hard to bear.
Salute me, an American proud.
Hold the sentiment, doubt the wind, singin’.
Diesel Country for fifteen miles. Desert eagles will make you smile.
If they don’t kill me for speakin’ too loud. Send my mistress I’m over in town.
Can’t you see that everything is all wrong
Low exposure, only safe for so long
Something different on this open road.
Fight the distance between here and home.
Something different on this open road.
Fight the distance between here and home.
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4. |
Better Side
04:58
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I don’t know where it sends me. All I know is I can’t get out.
Are my senses worthy? All I know is you gave me doubt.
Hear the words keep repeating. Another warning I didn’t need from you.
Crowded thoughts fall on my street. Pick them up just to get me through.
I’ve paid enough. You know I’m holding my pride.
(Fold your velvet eyes, found my better side)
Who set you up? You’ll know the more you get high.
(Floating upside down, can you hear me now?)
Stow the losses, forgive me.
With all the symptoms, I can’t get sick of you.
It’s all the same old medley. I wrote it down hoping I could save the muse.
Hold on, this is your only escape.
Hey, lonesome, where the hell have you been?
On second thought, throw him into the fire.
Go now, farewell. I’m saying bye, bye.
I’ve paid enough. You know I’m holding my pride.
(Fold your velvet eyes, found my better side)
Who set you up? You’ll know the more you get high.
(Floating upside down, can you hear me now?)
I’ve paid enough. You know I’m holding my pride.
Who set you up? You’ll know the more you get high, high.
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Nothing
03:19
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Believe me now, I must be ill. Drink it away. The motion feels so wrong.
Drain me out and drown me. Still it washes from me the man I was all along.
So what? See the mess you’ve made.
Nothing, nothing turns out right for me.
Nothing, nothing seems alright to me.
Nothing, nothing turns out right for me.
Nothing, nothing seems alright to me.
Just me and my, the ego’s here. Love the great advice. I must admit I’m low.
Won’t sleep tonight, it’s much too real. Hard to leave the vice when all of me takes hold.
So what? Leave the rest in place. You’ll only blame me.
Dance with me honey. Darling wishing you well.
Pause for a minute. It weighs me down. Could you tell?
Of course, ain’t it easy to hate me now.
Yell from the bottom. I’m reaching out. Lock and store me there.
Nothing, nothing turns out right for me.
Nothing, nothing seems alright to me.
Nothing, nothing.
Nothing, nothing seems alright to me.
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6. |
91016
03:04
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It already happened, dawn passed while you’re sleeping.
Now don’t miss September. I’m gone this year.
Lost in Manhattan. The edge of the pier.
Can’t seem to remember how long it’s been.
Shake me tomorrow. I’ll wake for the weekend.
It’s all just a memory at the end of the road.
For all I hold on to, dissolves just as easy.
Won’t someone remind me how old I’ve grown?
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7. |
Mercenary
05:00
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8. |
Glass Towers
05:53
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Right on the edge. It seems part of me wants to run.
Under the sun I feel I am the only one.
Pushing for promises. I am your falling star.
Glass towers I’m in crumble beneath my heart.
Unleash the wreckage. All of its hell is part of us.
Too many times I’ve held the reins for long enough.
Draw me in, spit me out, send me off, it won’t save me now.
Sirens sing, don’t think too subtle enough.
Her love will be the end of my daze here.
(x2)
Through my own distorted ways, I saw myself and I’m in tears.
So lie down, disheveled head, ‘cause in my bed I’m falling.
Draw me in, spit me out, send me off, it won’t save me now.
Sirens sing, don’t think too subtle enough.
Her love will be the end of my daze here.
Draw me in, spit me out, send me off, it won’t save me now.
Sirens sing, don’t think too subtle enough.
Her love will be the end of my daze.
Leave it to me. Leave it to me. Don’t sigh. Don’t sigh now.
Leave it to me. Leave it to me. Don’t sigh. I’m good now.
I’m good now. Leave it to me. Leave it to me.
Don’t sigh. I’m good now. I’m good now.
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You said you don’t want anyone else. I’d go the length to hear it twice.
As long as she can see I’m blind to all the change you’ve made with time.
My heart just takes a bit sometimes.
She knows the words and so do I.
The last I heard, she wrote them fine.
I see your mind bend in ways at every attempt I made to lie.
She won’t let it in. The light’s on. Darling, slip from the window.
It’s not only a waste to fight on. I’m the worst of the issues.
We sailed rogue waves. If I fall overboard don’t leave me.
Straight down to the dark. If I drown, hope the sharks don’t eat me.
She won’t let it in. The light’s on. Darling, slip from the window.
It’s not only a waste to fight on. I’m the worst of the issues.
She won’t let it in. The light’s on. Darling, slip from the window.
It’s not only a waste to fight on. I’m the worst of the issues.
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10. |
Rhode Island
04:39
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I feel numb of the same production.
Another day goes on. I feel like I’ve been here before.
My shrink says, “Enjoy the moment”.
It’s easier said than done. If only she could hear the noise.
Shoot me up with complacency and fill the void within.
‘Cause I’m in never ending, timeless cascades.
It’s only a temporary drowning pool, so swallow up and breathe in the air.
I may be dumb if I sit and wait for something good to lift me up, or better yet,
At least I’m not paranoid. Count your losses.
Don’t wake me up from the place I rot in.
It’s easier blind to all the ways I’ve failed to run.
So shoot me up with complacency. It fills the void for now.
‘Cause I’m in a never ending rat race.
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11. |
Feel It In Blue
06:24
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There go thirty chapters. The years don’t come easy.
The notes only capture a piece of my mind in circles.
The world has left me in my ways.
My clock’s struck the hour and sings an alarming phrase.
I feel it in blue. I made it through June.
What more can I do? I feel it too soon.
I wake on the 17th with my eyes in channels.
To pass all the hours, oh what a way to harm myself.
Dissolve and wreck me anti-age.
As long as I understand it’s an honor to be here.
I feel it in blue. Yes, I know I made it through June.
What more can I do? I feel it too soon.
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