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sinners
00:36
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i'm a sinner on the sidelines i'm a sinner through my teeth i'm a sinner in the mornin and i sin right through the eve. i don't wanna read yr bible- it's something i'll never understand. i'm just a sinner that wants to hold yr hand.
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ghost
02:45
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i'm writin on the walls again. i swear i'm just writin on the walls. he's calling me insane again. i dunno why i'm just writin on the walls. he's sittin en plein air and i'm just sittin on the ground. he said "hey girl, go and find a chair" i dunno how he just floats around. i'm crawlin across the cold concrete and his eyes are fixed to mine. i swear that boy could hold a stare that could withstand the sands of time..
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pie
03:01
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sit down. i'm gonna say this once more. i'm gonna burn some bridges tonight. so which side of the river do ya wanna be on when i set fire to this whole estate? i'm so sick of whining all the time. i'm so sick of waltzing on a dime. i'm so sick of movin on this stationary bike. i dunno and i don't care why we try. alright, you bring the kerosine. you know for sure i've got the light. "now's the time.." he said, "you can be a rebel, or you can be a fucking renegade!" i'm so sick of trying hard to rhyme and i'm so sick of acting like it's fine and i'm so sick of being sick of everything all the time. i'm so sick for barely knowing wrong from right! "take this with your decision.." and he handed me some heat. "you're at one end or the other. you can't stand in the middle when this shit goes down." i'm so sick of being so naive. and i'm so sick of advantages you take. and i'm so sick of making sickening excuses and break after break after break! "so put on your best running shoes and wrap up in your darkest blackest clothes. 'cause we'll be doing us some running tonight. pray to your god that it doesn't snow. i'm so sick of runnin all the time and i'm so sick of buying what i buy. and i'm so sick for ever wishing you were mine. i'm so sick of making lemonade outta limes, but i'll be just fine..
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postman
02:11
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i've been waiting for you all god damn day but you never did come my way. i'm about to go postal. i'm gonna do it in vain because you never did come my way.. mr. postman. why do you treat me so bad? you're the best one i ever had. when i moved i swore i'd forward you my brand new address, but things haven't been the same since then i guess. "i gotta leave this house" i said and i hopped on a train in hopes of curing my heartache. i was on that train for hours. i was on the road for days but no other postman caught my gaze.. oh i saw some lovely sights and i heard some lovely sounds but it's better when you're around. so i got back to my house and a yellow note that read. it said "i missed you baby, this was my 3rd attempt. go pick it up at the office."
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old sal
01:51
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i woke up on the cusp of dreamscape and reality. i woke up on the cusp! once i had something fierce burnin deep inside of me but i don't know what it was. this water- it could stand to be a little bit hotter. i'm only here for me, you're only here for you. you take a shower and you take a nap and when the day is over, what have you given back? some salt to the earth perhaps? some salt to the earth. this fire- it could burn us down to the wires. i dunno that it matters.. we're self absorbing fools. and old sal won't tell. he says god damnit stop the machine. he says you can not stop the machine.
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the lawrenceville blues
01:51
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ya know sleepin ain't my forte lately. i've been wanderin for so long. i've been wanderin this town. wanderin so long. yinz guys know that i been drinkin, i been drinkin this town dry. i been drinkin everything. everything in sight. gasoline and whiskey. vodka. yuengling. guiness. pabst. you know when it hits me man, woah it hits me fast. here's one for my sorrow. here's one for that boy. here's one cos i lost my job and now i'm unemployed.
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smash yr tv
09:48
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i'm granular in a forever hollow box. i'm hollow in a forever granular film. i cut a line through space and time on this thing. dar fabric that looks like the original midnight curls up like polyester nylon pretending to be silk. i am forever young and i keep getting older. i was young once i am forever ancient i can't stop.
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