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Garmonbozia
05:10
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You know me, so you'll show me how I should feel. Our love will get away.
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Touch of Sap
03:49
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Aching, touch me again, again.
Like salt on the roads, you flood in when it's cold, and keep the focus ahead.
Errors flood your presentation.
They chip away the tongue, until the soul's gone.
I'll have to ask you.
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Big Boo
04:39
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Downstairs, forward, I keep
Move slow, stay low in sleep
Ache now for lust, awake
Here now, love's still a mistake
a well, hard stone
merging focus
An idle trauma, a spoken fear
A fathered pastime, it's somewhere
Tidal waves will be my cure
A fathered pastime, it's nowhere
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Unnamed
00:28
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Weak Back
04:23
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Ease the pain that carries all our growth, over god underground.
Softly bodied all our tongues, over god underground.
You'll stay, for how long? Dead.
While your sick is growing strong
I feel alone. I'll be the disciple.
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Dilution
04:36
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Always companion, I wish I could
To be the best I'd learn sedation.
I wish I could go back, I'm rather sad.
A little regress, I wish I could. So dry, I'll rub my eyes.
I've wasted ten years to know I could always be missing warm diluted sun. desiccate, desiccate, dry
hasher words have been, harder worlds to live
started out somewhere, turned away again
past the road you live, on your feet again
I will watch you change, our survival game
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Dissipate
02:31
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Well-fed Woman
05:38
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Cured myself with class.
They sit alone, my face a wreck.
Someone has glossed their hair.
Someone let it go somewhere, and found a better policy.
We're all out of fire for the rest that came home.
A shot to the heart, left for my brother.
There's something we can't fix: weakened knees stay down. Instead of being so damn alive, just curl your legs and wait to die. Then beg for blood upon the soil.
The snakes are sick of drinking oil.
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Haste
05:07
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Walked to town, our thoughts are not alone.
Stationed now, we've pulled ahead, let water in
our master work has drowned again, and dampened what we had
how big a well will fit it?
keep digging
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Way
03:03
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You'll wake up.
There's not a learning curve.
Sedation, a tool to make it all.
Collapse, headache, couldn't bear the weight, and stay awake.
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Soggy
04:52
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Hand on thigh: turn around and listen, dear.
I've had your wine, turn around and look in the mirror.
On your way, you lost it in your bedroom, in your head.
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