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we can't stand still
02:33
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Not felt compelled to steer it well, it’s been infertile groundswell
The minute it’s said you don’t feel regret, we haven’t got to the lying yet
Keeping it figurative, it’s just a crock, another stronghold
I’ve been there before, usually forced, still trying but barely ashore
CH:
Mash all potent markets
A sash for all the green kill
We can’t stand still
It’s too easy to tell, power surges over common sense
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2. |
attempted artifacts
02:08
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Upset, and fear has gotten you tied
You wish it were clear that it wasn’t your mind
You fell far not long ago, I know, I wish it were fair
But also wish it were more hurtful
It’s such a canopy, you know what I mean, we break easily
If our attempts are artifacts,
Acknowledge that we never held back
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give me splendor
02:21
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Coming off a little a-wall, not gonna hide my mistrust
See you stocking your scotches, conspicuous or bust
I’ve been plagued by innocence, forgiven not care free
I’m done dragging empty shame, splendor give it to me
Bridge:
Could I have been waiting for? shit, I’m certain to forfeit
Couldn’t agree it was such a breeze, getting by on the next pour
CH:
Concrete, debris, will you surprise me in my state of non-belief
Strategize to falsify, opportunities not meant for me
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4. |
check the files
02:34
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You’ll never find the plots behind my acted realities
A disguise so unwavering it’s turned more than a blind eye
Four figures or four letters come before my function
It never deepens a steady contact, a self I could’ve had
CH:
All those favors, still not on the mend
Give in to be forgotten, it’s what I would expect
Avoiding any questioning, no spark in our suspects
A feature one can favor when only looking for contacts
Stick to only things you know, only you will live with
Placating supposed passion for a wily midriff
OUT:
You can check the files, I mean there’s nothing more to give, it’s always been out there, always been out there, we seldom live
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endless tide
02:47
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I said I never had more to dream, picked apart only once it fell apart is what I could conceive
If you remind me we were really hanging by a thread, I wouldn’t wager, only stagger, curled up in old dread
Could we have gotten to a similar place, no every fucking mistake was a compass we forsake
Getting better, is what we never expect, even so young, it couldn’t be done, as we walk by past selves
CH:
Unlike past selves, you maintain and compel, I’d like to see this in some time
If just a calming tide could reach us, I’ll see it endless, I will confide
Bridge:
Fear, it’s not as commonplace
We’re older, it has been replaced, unlikely soldier in dismay
Embrace, your worth will not be tempered
You may fall aghast, no luck was passed on,
No turning back on what will be our dawn
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6. |
stifling maturity
03:14
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I hope it’s not out of bitterness that we center on, all these compound annoyances
As much as self-centered beings we are
I don’t mean to doubt your well-being, it’s true we are fragile and crack at time
While I’m willing, I still won’t let you turn in
CH:
Commandeer genteel
Could be a stab at displacing what’s real
Come by, I imagine, at your leisure. Come by anytime at your leisure
There’s an air of putting on we contain, it’s a product on full display
Rush to your stifling maturity
Scout out your sustenance with no percent effort figured in
To the slacks looking for anything that could be worth more
Coda:
Not a common gift to get through it
You’ve been taking shit, to no wonderment
Not a common gift to get through it
But you still get up
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7. |
idea fodder
02:45
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Cross off this contest off your list
It’s not circumstance, it’s just that winning is no one’s gift
Let’s get through this dying on the inside before dying on the outside
Won’t be ready when it starts again
B:
I’m no sly believer
It’s your hand, wish you well
It can’t be that we’re waiting for some security
CH:
Stand sunken, it’s not unheard
I wouldn’t benefit from more advice
Sour stomachs, iconoclast
Throwing out all ideas with this fodder
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mind spaces
01:54
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Let’s make it ok to forget
Can’t feel guilty for a past that’s not mine
If you’re ready, then get over it
Unless you wanna live like your being held back
I know it’s said people don’t change,
I’m not making a case
Any day is not the same
We fall fast, build up slow
Here’s wishing it’s not a never ending chore
Stake out mind spaces anticipating dread
It can’t be only ocean walks or ocean views
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pets and gardens
03:26
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how can I deny, I’m the one venting
it’s not likely I’ll meet any truth
if life is such a scare, shut it all out,
penetrating, it’s doom proof
V2:
Out first outrage, at the lack of common sense
It’s sick, the position most people find themselves in
Is there nothing to be changed?
Buried complacent,
Sunshine, oh, but not for you, not for you today
Them’s the rules, it’s bandied about,
But the rich get the system that they choose
We’re all more intelligent so why can’t we all…
Be more worried about pets and gardens
Pets and gardens
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lived here first
02:18
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Be conscious for once, it’s not Dresden, it can’t be worse than a bombing life
It’s common, to put behind you, what’s called falling in
CH:
I have lived here first, I haven’t been up for hours
If we’re still up walking, why not take up, please clue in, not fucking dismount
You want to fight hard, try signing on first, it’s not pretty, what we’ll leave behind
B:
Step over what ails you can
Get up, I’ll never quit being your fan
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back to start
02:36
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Forestalled, all floating
Fix up all bets before you get out
Let’s all pretend it hasn’t been this hard
This won’t be retold
We’re missing in all big ways
Should I be sorry to say
Ch
We’re falling short of pushed hard
We can’t get back to start now
Our spoils are leaving blank walls
Is it easier to just stop
We can’t back to start now
Our spoils are leaving blank walls
Quit wishing it better
Brining false positivity, the way they’re swinging
Can it be much up to me
It’s falling clearly, can’t get away from calling out,
All regrets start to comfort me
Coda:
I bet no kids really have fun
All of us trailing after crumbs
It’s too late to be warning everyone
All parts working, you’re still facing concrete
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bare the crosshairs
03:33
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It’s never better when we talk about it, when we talk it all over
I’ve learned to be forsaken and give up content, can’t wait till it’s over
All cons, they certainly start when we’re dealing with skeptics
who prove dishonest moves when we all act so helpless and innocent
Ch:
Keep penmanship up, never know who will bore you with doubt
Crosses off your back, plenty demeanor, it comes in stacks
B:
For all goodness, we will totally fail, and call it a life, and I will be certain to be free,
once gone, no recall
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13. |
unstated belief
02:46
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So clouded, you must know it’s not up there, we’re facing disgraceful lack of wisdom
Still chasing, we polish off what might be too much to report
Afraid we’ll stick around, too long, I will be brash to portend or purpose
In case chance, all redeemed, a revelry, it cannot be our focus
Ch:
Our favored unstated belief in
Why can’t there be more any more care in, what we take part in,
is it a pity there was never room for it, but folklore
B:
One way to ensure your destruction is to try to maintain (ensure) your condition
Your chances mounted up against inclement surfaces,
If we’re to reach any sense or purpose
Let us count the stacks against us
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our current freight
02:51
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I have no comment if you’d like to engage in, engage in and imagine what is perfect
Well once it’s done, there’s a simple answer, how can one get away with bullshit?
Bare in mind, there is no one here, so how can one get away with so much bullshit
Engage and embrace all your defects
CH:
There is no past that can carry or allow our current freight
Not afraid it’s too much to take
V3:
Art fair, what gadget, condense and we are done asking
But it’s not as though we were collaborating
All bad trips woke up from, regret was never of them
I’ll fall out proud, for partaking of them
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high goals
02:29
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It’s not that strong of affection, if we need reminding of our contempt of them, question every turn
Get run off with every promise
See it to, it’s a shrinking goal and we keep it, keep it at our throats
B: they’re not really all that invested
Ch:
We set a high goal, we live in subsets, we set a high goal, still caring
V2:
If we compare notes is there a certain trouble, we will re-assure our apathy
Or will we discover, from our daze is just as constructed
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bludgeoned stabs
02:49
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Am I too far gone, too out of reach
It’s not even there to see
My mind’s a vacant cavity
What can I expect, while barely even upright
Getting weaker by the hour
Disappearing in a cower
Ch:
It’s this defeat, that you keep from crushing me,
We will tare and scape it out,
Bludgeoned stabs that lead to this doubt
V2:
It’s such a futile cosmic force we face
Shouldn’t fear we’ll leave no trace
All be diminished in the same way
It’s high time to resist any sense of lack
We won’t prop you on our backs
Even if we tread for all time
B:
They took the playing field; there is nothing good to steal
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17. |
one minute
03:17
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Empty canvas, pain’s stake, quit looking around,
You won’t find help
There are plenty of charmers
But I don’t feel bad,
You’ll be left alone,
Commit or be gone
It’s not a puzzle
If you stick to one minute at a time
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Three piece, not broken yet, writing broken music with hidden hooks.
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