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So to say
03:06
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City Garden
04:37
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I walk by a City Garden that no one seems to know about
with a gift in hand for someone that I used to understand
to talk to me, she thinks she is a tree and her roots are her own family
on a Red Rock.
Sometimes
You are home
When I appear
Past windows
of what I know now,
is one cancer cell.
With you around.
On a red rock
In my brain
slates.
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3. |
Away
01:49
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as dark ness comes to take you away
there is a light that
gets hitched
on all the bad things you did
some things that never leave you
as life creeps in
on its own demise
you see
the neighborhood eyes on the tub
all the stars on lock down.
such a finer man I've become
such a finer man I've become
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4. |
Mila
00:41
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5. |
Wasteland
04:04
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Well I don't think you like it when you came, and even when suggestive you are still infected. I don't think your tryin to explain all the things that turned up, even when they found us in a waste land. in a waste land. so listen up. you hold your own oasis. I hold my own oasis!
I don't think ur tryin to not be nice, i just think it comes so natural.
I don't think you can just ask to stumble out of a vice relied on for years. On the beach. Victory. I lost me. I lost me, I lost and woke up clean.
All it takes (is one glance) is me on my knees, at the doorway (down the road to stop before it happens. Stop before it happens!
In a wasteland in the worst way, you hold your own oasis and I hold my own oasis.
In a wasteland, in the worst way, I hold my own oasis and I hold my own oasis.
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6. |
Love Goo
05:20
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7. |
Baking Cakes With God
05:19
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8. |
Soda Eyez
05:29
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Instilled in my palms again
haunts me with your upper hand
Read me
Greet me
Instilled I can climb above
to a space ship in the corner loft
Haunt me
Space me
It's a long way out
till I find you again
at the Top of my lazy head
in a room where I haven't swept
It's a long way out
till I find right again
at the Top of my lazy head
It's a big hole out
There's a big hole out
Instilled in my palms again
Talk me with your upper hands
Fix me
Shape me
so I'm not bummed out
through the pain
See the pain?
So into the middle of my arms
it finds
I don't know the road that I'm on
and there's a big hole out.
Just look into my eyes
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9. |
Gone Again
04:27
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Drift now.
You've been out of your minds eye,
and it's been too long since we've tried
to come up with any bright ideas.
Later, underneath the big brown table,
I hear you sing a song of love and fame.
All on your own.
All on your own.
Lifted, so just Angels up above it.
Through the Red of Arizona,
forget everything I warned you.
Someday,
when you're up along the path
and the snare drums all relax
you'll feel your heart is full,
and your mind is kind,
as the music unwinds.
You say,
hold me now...
all the time...
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10. |
Makin the sound
06:00
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Making the sound that the car makes, have no eyes. Sit in the thick smoke from denials my whole life. Making the choice to choose efforts to remain high, high above the fact that you are, you're just that.
Making the sound that the cars been capable of doing, slash going. Making the choice efforts over remaining high above a book smashed, the fact that you, you're just that you're good company, for me.
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