1. |
Turning
02:20
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Wish I was outside
Wish I could make my bed in the morning
Wish you didn't mind
that my face turns red while I'm turning
Wish I was inside
Wish my face turned red in the morning
Wanna be outside
Then I could make my bed while I'm turning
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2. |
Gem
00:55
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I wanna find a gem
wrapped in bubble plastic
Oh that would be so perfect
but that'll never happen
Maybe there was one
in my dirty coffee
or my comfy blanket
No that'll never happen
(O, Doamne! iată-un flutur ce prin văzduh se pierde!)
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3. |
40
02:51
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It smells like silver in here
where 40's on a shrine
No, it's too hot,
don't worry take your time
Been in about an eon
My dad got in in '59
Just here for the summer
Feels like a crime
What was that?
I didn't hear ya
Just talking to myself
Could you help me?
Not sure what I did
or why you told me about your camping trip
What was that?
I didn't hear ya
Could you please
just say it again?
No I didn't mean for you to hear this
I wish I was the copper
I wish it wouldn't start
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4. |
Bug Bites
05:36
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You make me anxious
with your impatience
and I'm just waiting for you to quit
You make me nervous
drinking your third drink
No I don't need this tonight
I'll turn the clock around
Cause I'm not pretending no more
I'm not falling down
down on College Ave. no more
No I don't plan on falling down
You talk like Patton
while playing Madden
I'm past eighth grade so it makes me sick
It's just so patently upsetting
Your fumes are burning my eyes
I'll flip my watch around
Cause I'm not pretending no more
I'm not falling down
down on Greek Row no more
No I don't plan on falling down
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5. |
Degree
03:50
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I'm so bored
Where's all the homework?
I thought there's more
than doing my chores
I'm done with Celsius and Kelvin
Now I'll wait for yours
Learn to love my chores
I'll take up reading as a hobby
But not on those screens,
those old fashioned things
The clock on my wrist
is too tight for it
And I won't notice
how I want it
The clock on my wrist
is too tight for it
My arm just won't split
how I want it
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6. |
Lullaby for Lady
01:29
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(For it might end, you know?)
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7. |
Class Called Health
03:50
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I've got this class I hate
Fall asleep every day
I really try to stay awake
But I can't cause it's just, oh it's just
so boring
It's just
unfair
That culture you claim to hate
Don't participate
We've all got habits to break
Oh, but mine is just, oh it's just
so boring
It's just
unfair
No I don't like it,
how I'm feeling about myself
No I don't like it
anymore than you
No I don't like it,
taking notes in this class called health
No I don't like it
anymore than, anymore
It's just
so boring
It's just
so so so
No I don't like it,
how I'm feeling about myself
No I don't like it
anymore than you
No I don't like it,
taking notes in this class called health
No I don't like it
anymore than, anymore
I don't like it
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8. |
Lethe
03:22
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Why didn't you notice
my skin or my red dress?
Well the sun didn't notice
just like the empress
just like the empress
Needle in the collar
laying on your bed
People at the altar
praying to your head
Praying to your head
You never knew, you never know
Take me down to the river
Take me down
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9. |
Pure Braid
03:20
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It's perfect, I'm not ready
to untangle these distractions
on purpose, something steady
just won't stop telling me,
"I can't focus on this fruition
I can't focus on this foolish shit"
It's a suspect and it's heavy,
this screen with four pure eyes
on purpose, something steady
just won't stop bugging me
I can't focus on this fruition
I can't focus on this foolish shit
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10. |
...
01:13
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(That's the trouble, I don't know who to mistrust!)
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11. |
Molly Bones
02:53
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Oh damn fragility, how dare you
speckle your bleach upon Molly's bones
and upon my spirit, my sinew?
There's always some days that I'm without a home
Oh damn humility, you're a nightmare,
shifting my mood from red to gold
You're an empty box of cereal in my timeshare
There's always some days that you're without a home
Oh damn fragility, how dare you
speckle your bleach upon Molly's bones?
Oh damn humility, you're a nightmare,
shifting my mood from red to gold
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12. |
Bed
02:41
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It's my turn to go to sleep now
Pull the covers til I can't see out
And I won't let them talk to me
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13. |
Gem Again
01:32
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I wanna find a gem
wrapped in bubble plastic
Oh that would be so perfect
but that'll never happen
Maybe there was one
in my dirty coffee
or my comfy blanket
No that'll never happen
(O, Doamne! iată-un fluture ce prin văzduh se pierde!)
But then it strolled in
with arms and legs and everything
and it walked right up
and it said to me,
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