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New Vessel
04:20
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my soul was taken by 12 crows upon my death
they found a new vessel, somewhere to nest
tarred and featherd was my demise
to my suprise- I could fly
7 white horses came to me in a dream
they led my body to all the stoops that I had seen
so then I gave the homebums a delicate feast
now I'm an atheist priest
clean my guns and hold on to all that I have stolen
until I am so broken that it hurts
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New Vessel 2
03:50
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New Vessel 3
04:18
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Squatters on Broadway
02:38
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Kindness is a Sin
02:42
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if being this way could be considered a sin, some might say kill them all with kindness. it looks like you try sometimes, but i know you wanna lose. you don't beat as hard as you use to.
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
they all see you as a convenience. they know that their hearts are your weakness. they're faking you out; they're breaking you down; leaving you without and you wanna leave this town.
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
they come back again and again. always expecting a helping hand. they're so selfish; they wanna stay in the dark. you try to save them, but can you leave a mark? wondering is this even good enough for them? look at all the trouble you've gotten us in.
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
i know, i know that you wanna bleed. please hold it in, can you do that for me? keep you in my chest; i can't let you loose. if you escape you'll only be my noose. disease ridden leeches got you in their teeth. let them have their way and you'll never be free.
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together"
"it's not safe for you", i whisper, "we're going to die together again"
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Plastic Chain
03:03
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theres no reason to be scared
not with spring in the air
and with the moon so high
you dont have to be
afraid to die
i dont think you really know me if you did youd know that i couldnt save you
i dont think that you really see me if you did then maybe you would believe me
panic attack at 4 oclock
on another street corner
another city block
youll find me there
pulling my hair
cops everywhere
cops everywhere
its just another day out on the street
just trying to stand on my own two feet
im trying not to feel so obsolete
just trying to get a bite to eat
your broken chain
your plastic chain
your stupid fucking game
oh what a shame
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Stranger Baby
04:20
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tried my best not to stare at the sun. felt like the first time and you were the one. soft and high, you closed your eyes and smiled genuinely.
standing on top of the parking garage. then i realized i fall for hair that's blonde. come on sunrise kid, let me play with your hair early in the mornin. couldn't stop thinking bout the time in the park. rolling round in the dirt and in the dark. playin on the swings and trippin together on who knows what, but whatever.
soft and high, you closed your eyes and smiled genuinely. your face stretched wide and your eyes closed tight and you laughed genuinely.
sunrise kid can we do this again sometime? i'm sorry i'm so shy. is it okay if i stay close enough so our hands can touch? sunrise kid what can i bid to give you all the luck? i'll find all the dimes that use to be mine and for you, i'll give them up.
soft and high, you closed your eyes and smiled genuinely. your face stretched wide and your eyes closed tight and you laughed genuinely.
should i retreat? can you tell me, what do you need? i hope you see and that you don't mind despite wasted time, that i do try. but the words wouldn't come and my tongue wouldn't run; so i tried to write you a shitty pop punk song. the chords are unoriginal; the genre's wrong; and i'm sorry it's taking me so damn long.
soft and high, you closed your eyes and i'm trying. your face stretched wide and your eyes closed tight and i tried. oh i tried.
soft and high, you closed your eyes and smiled genuinely. your face stretched wide and your eyes closed tight and you laughed genuinely.
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Vacation
02:30
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11. |
World Against Me Complex
03:22
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ACABRACADABRA Gainesville, Florida
a group of green secret homebums that made some shitty music in gainesville florida. RIP
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