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I Can't Tell
03:22
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It’s overrated. I’m underwhelmed. Maybe I hate it. I can’t tell. Is it cerebral? Is it heartfelt? You press for answers but I can’t tell. Which one is a shouldn’t and which one is a should? Necessary evil or gratuitous good? Is there any difference? Is there any difference? I don’t know. Two-way mirror in my pocket. Inundated. Suffocated. It’s complicated.
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Remember when dismemberment was the big trend and everybody was hacking off limbs left and right? Remember when experiments concluded that our appendages could thrive on their own apart from our bodies? Said eye to hand, “I have no need of you.” Hettfield was wrong. My amputation does not imprison me. I’m free. No strings. Clap clap. Wink wink. Hop step. Shake shake. We go our separate ways amicably. Everything’s okay. And I don’t really miss it: the dancing, embracing, the meaningful glancing. We should get together again. Totally. We’ll be in touch for sure. For sure. Said eye to hand, “I have no need of you.” Said head to foot, “I have no need of you.”
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Lured to Death
02:08
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Waiting (how did I lose it?). Lazing (it all away). Wasting (precious seconds). Patience (I can’t afford). See the hands on the wall pointing out the time. So we’ve run out of time. Can you see in your heart? It feels like mine. We’ve run out of time. When the hands on the clock have stopped moving, were you ever mine? So we’ve come to this again, our love ran out of time. Lured to death. I took the bait. You can’t win when this isn’t a game. Lured to death by diamond eyes and the hopes that were both still alive.
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I could be your freak, and I think that I like it somehow
Talk is pretty cheap, and I wish that you loved me like I love you
And I (please), and I (God), and I think I need you
Cowboy (don't), cowboy (let), cowboy in the sand
And it's all (her), and it's all (make), and it's all blank in my head
Could you (me), could you (stand), could you be my friend
Teaches you to speak, and I think that I'm nothing that you could be
I pretend I'm clean, and you’d say that I'm something that you can really love
And I (please), and I (God) , and I want you badly
Singing (don't), singing (let), singing something sadly
Can't make (her), can't make (make), can't make me feel something
Someone (me), someone (stand), someone's punishment
Now that I'm your freak, I can sing it so gladly
Wrote it on your sleeve, Austin 3:16
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Poconos
02:51
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And I’ll wait all through the night to sing and welcome you into the light. Know I’d trade it all for you, to sit inside of these arms that I grew. Life between the wet banks moves much slower than the drone of the city. Take the time to enjoy all the gifts mother has in store.
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We never hand write letters. We never say good game. Can you hear the trumpet sound? Where is the penmanship? Where is the sportsmanship? Hey. Wait. I’ve got a new complaint. Waxing colder. Can you hear the trumpet sound? I can hear the drums getting louder and louder.
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Be the Same
03:35
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What would you say I needed? To pack up and leave again? I hated moving so much. It’s so hard not to be the same. Run now run! Did you hear the gun go off? Run now run! Feet are stuck in the starting blocks. Run now run! Light a fire under you. Run now! And sometimes my mind feels like the pain that you described. I wanted all your good parts. Come have a better life.
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Grief Lodge
02:57
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Suspend me. Places in between. All you want to say. And all you want to do. I could make it good for you. Light the candle within view. All you wanted was a touch. Suffering sigh of grief. I can't believe you found a place in me. All I see just passes by. So it goes all through the night, I don't know why I try.
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They don’t grow up fast enough. You don’t know what tired means. When can I be selfish again?
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To Hunt
03:44
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She’s half eagle, and half lion. Created to hunt you down. She’s all cunning, and all strength. Determined to tear you apart. The runt of the litter no more. Yeah she’s gonna soar and roar. The apex of land and sky. Cower now and watch her soar and roar. Take it easy, witchy woman. Pour another glass of wine. It takes a genius to find such a delicate balance between a victim and tyrant. (I see through you. It’s a conspiracy. No one but me says what they really mean.) Pride and joy, voodoo chile slight return. Slurring hurling insults feeling fine. I don’t know what to say.
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My Little Faraday Cage
02:48
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On weeknights 8:30, she sets up a hard perimeter, triangulating my signal. Dogs barking in distance, do you still know I love you, my little faraday cage? On weeknights 8:30, ominous music playing, we sit and stare in the same way. My red shorts, your cat shirt, now I know you still love me, my little faraday cage.
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