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Shithouse 5000
02:03
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You took your time
Tracing in the conversation
A single line
And I
Focused on the road
Missed the sleet around us slowly turning into snow
My spine's curving inward from a bad case of shyness
I've tried everything but there's no getting past this
Monotonous, locomotive, dead-end feeling
I can't get out of bed I just keep staring at the ceiling
Cuz I'm in love with a ghost
A weight and an absence so heavy it chokes
The light from your eyes
The sound of your voice
There's nothing
There's nothing
There's nothing of course
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Scrotum
02:40
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The world has lost its color
Everything is fading into grey
And my reflection
Warped and twisted
Is bending out of shape
I can see the lines around my face
Smash the clockwork
Kill the winder
Build a new one with his bones
The world's spring is winding down
Let it run out
Image
Reaction
Reflection
Inaction
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4. |
Dog Park
02:36
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Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Wooof
Oh!
Dog Park
Dog Park
Dog Park
Took my dog to the park with a leash and a ball
Took him off the leash he was having a ball
Took my dog to the park with a leash and a ball
Took him off the leash he was having a ball
Yeah, so uh I'm just calling to see if this is the dark park.
My name's Dave, I've got my dog, Buckley, here with me and I was just wondering if I could take my dog to the park, and take him off his leash, you know, let him have a ball.
Yeah, get back to me.
Took my dog to the park with a leash and a ball
Took him off the leash he was having a ball
Dog Park
Took my dog to the park with a leash and a ball
Took him off the leash he was having a ball
Dog Park
Awouuuu
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5. |
Woodland Diner
04:56
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Our hands reach
Toward nothing in particular
Out on the beach
Cracked railings warp and splinter
From
Too many days of bearing the southern sun
And writing shitty poetry
In which you
were the only one
And it's kinda pornographic
The marks on your leg
And how so carefully
They were displayed
Oooooooh
Hear the static coming in
Where your voice once was
Oooooooh
Feel the moment sputter
And spill out into air
And I for one don't care
Stone arms bend
Toward one another
I sit in awe
Just passing through another summer of
Too many days
Spent underneath the sheets
Watching the sun go by
And repeat
And repeat
And it's kinda pornographic
My rib-cage open
And dancing around
With both arms broken
Ooooooh
Hear the static coming in
Where your voice once was
Feel the moment sputter
And spill out into air
I for one don't care
And it's kinda pornographic
My rib-cage open
And dancing around
With both arms broken
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