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secrets
01:22
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whispers in a single file
listen for a perfect while,
for the right time
in a bright mind waits a secret
it's her dad he lost his soul
whistling with his pockets full
of a dying dream
at the crime scene lives a secret
is there someone you're aching to tell something you're taking to hell?
oh, i'll never know.
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shoot into the wild blue
02:38
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not quite a satellite
drifting a little more out of orbit
each night, a dimmer light
beam me a brittle wish and i'll absorb it
sent out a message
only a vestige of signals undistressed
it's missing when you blink
love in a vacuum
above in the black womb
friction's fiction
your gravity was flattery
a suspicious cycle, so i shot like a rifle
into the wild blue, sailing out of view
it was a life i'll miss in deja vu
the highest altitude, lighter than the mood
the moon is looming as zip past it, just a bit drastic
i just needed some space
so i'm outta this place
break into a cosmic haze, i'm taking a few sick days
it was a life, i'll gaze and stifle the memories
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lush
01:43
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i'm just a lush with a crush on a rush
and i took too much
but it never seems enough...
cuz a clever dream don't make sense when you wake up
i become aluminum in a recycling bin
i succumb, sucking my thumb, spin cycle again
a luscious life, a brush with death
it rushes by, i clutch my chest
blushing like a little girl
crushing on the world
all it takes is one mistake
to make my ceiling swirl
still i twirl until i'm hurling
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a relapse fantasy
03:26
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i was born in a barn
so i left the door open just hoping for harm
on the corner at the bar
i was roped in by dopamine and she's so charming
clean to cluttered, a scream i stuttered
obscene to others but she don't shudder
i leaned in for a scenic shutter-click
chasing dread away
a wasted getaway
i was bored in the car
so i let the door open just tucking my arms
on a roll, in control
it's a deathwish tripping that fqn alarm
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once in a blue moon, you see that color
in an emptying room for your vacant brother
picture of him, dumb grin, some fading summer
when the hunt's on you in the pitch black
you run like hell, then you hit back
that color comes 'round
blue catholic gown
calming you down
word to the wise from some dumb-shit loser
don't be surprised when the blues choose you, sir
don't shut your eyes, let the hue through (cool breeze)
you can't compromise for a few new memories
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arrive alive (bonus)
02:35
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i got a letter that said "at heaven's gate
ya better come dead and don't be late"
baby, i'm fed up with waiting
made my reservation
i've arrived alive despite the slightest misses, highest dives
oh gee, lucky me.
safety, blessed be
hurricane whatshername
hear her thunder, pulled me under
dozen pseudo seconds passed
heaven hit me, signing my cast
then she spit me back
i had a late phone call from a friend in hell
said, "i forgot the alcohol but i brought my cell
it's hotter than the city in the summertime
worse than the curse of the kitchen line
i survived the grime so many times it seemed i'd come out clean
high noons, cotton spoons
oh well, see ya soon."
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pullin thru (bonus)
02:22
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i send a message to my holy place,
"hold a space"
i blend a blessing with lies
rending depression declawed
lending my messes deep thought
tending the crash of shadows
mending this gash and letting it close
sewing these holes, pullin thru
knowing that no one knew what to do
i don't know, no call no show
it's all fine. east coast nap time
sweet trick play, endless sick day
rending depression confused
lending your mess an excuse
tending the crash of shadows
open that gash and let it flow
seeing you go is nothing new
knowing that no one knew what to do
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