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KakersX2C
06:57
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a tent pitched upon a hill
outside your uncle’s cabin
to which we had no key
and were too afraid to break into
I remember a full moon
wading beneath a full moon
midnight lake in New Hampshire
when I first told you I love you
love is an addiction
we spend life chasing
every fix is
weaker than the last
Covered in black flies that bite
no place I’d rather be
me next to you, you next to me
when I close my eyes I see it clearly
when I sleep I dream of you
We are junkies
who can’t overdose
that first time SO high
everything after
leaves my veins dry
my synapses are drying up
that first drug can’t even spark them anymore
spend my life sleeping with a memory
a memory is all we can be
one more reason to stay asleep (cause)
when I sleep I dream of you
and in my dreams I sleep with you
you wait for me
where I can't go
you love me
I love you
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deathMachine
03:41
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Turtle clouds wish the sun to stay
I could be here all summer
What time is it? We don't care
Cuz your hands feel so good in my hair
I'm afraid... I'm not afraid
Even donuts can do voodoo all day
Hard is harsh, easy is hard to do
But your hands feel so good in my hair
Your hands feel so good in my hair
Look into your shower of hot and cold
Your neon green towel wraps me in a hold
Like Pin's arms would. Hot and cold makes warm
But your hands feel so good in my hair
Your hands feel so good in my hair
Your hands feel so good in my hair
Your hands feel..
Go around and around merry-go-around
You know me.. You don't know me
Go around and around.. merry-go-around
Your hands feel.. around around around
Your hands feel so good.. around around around
Your hands feel so good in my hair
Your hands feel so good in my hair
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birds
04:53
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how many birds
locked away in a room
their owners sick of their song?
how many songs
sung by those birds no one
can hear what’s wrong?
birds gather in a flock
never solo do they rock
songbirds are kept alone
so that when they are grown
the songs they sing are great
trying to attract a mate
lonley’s a sad sad song
sad lives grow gray and long
suffering makes for great art
and so they crush that heart
squeeze out every last drop
until they break and stop
how many days?
how many hours?
how many lives spent
incomplete?
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I packed my bags today
just enough to fill my truck
gonna move to the west coast
see if I can’t change my luck
I been worked to the bone
every job I’ve found has sucked
gotta stop wearing down my body
cause I’m not made of rock
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
I am more than what you see
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
this body is not me
been here for six months
I cry myself to sleep
think I‘m not far enough West
maybe I’ll move into the sea
I’m still not who I want to be
maybe I’m not cut out
to be happy
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
I am more than what you see
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
this body is not me
a river of emotions
flows beneath our skin
we hold it all inside
but when we unleash
we go for the throat
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
I am more than what you see
O-R-I-O-NE one but me
this body is not me
I am so lonely
I miss my family
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5. |
Photosynthesis
04:33
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I could touch you all day
still I’d be 93 million miles away
an astronomical unit to your core
and still I can feel your heat
you look for a face to put on your love
any arms to allow your feelings
to meet
when she can’t come
she cries
when our eyes open
they lie
nothing left to do but
end this orbit
something like gravity keeps us
circling circling
mascara on my pillows
I can count the fights
the sun stopped coming up
so lets turn out the lights
close my heart and lean towards you
and then I’m kissing air
I can only hold one shape of you
I can only be one shade of me
the rest just is not there
when she can’t come, she cries
dance dance dance dance
a flower tearing out her
roots (bloody roots bloody)
nowhere to go but away from the sun
and into the shade of my embrace
do I miss you
or do I miss you missing me?
do you miss me
or do you miss the person you wanted me to be?
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