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don’t make promises you can’t keep
I’ve been hearing that in my sleep
think of positive things to feel
you feel your strategies are too real
times I’m thinking about watching me run
times I’m thinking about I’m okay
times I’m thinking about I’m going to turn gray
times I’m thinking about [...]
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Mother, feeling your hand I
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter’s cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It’s a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick [...]
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Red …Well, with our ambition
Feeling fur-tile
the thorn removed itself
and grew into a state
impaled itself into a tree
which became flesh and lurched toward the moon…
In most cases of weight and worth
of the blood and bait
under ghostly supervision
a policy is not enriched
to maintain quality
to satisfy and comfort
the [...]
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no
she was in a squirmish frontal room
she says I’m not very cool
but I know better then them and she knows better than that
and I know more then her and she knows better than that
No
she was in a squirmish frontal room
she says I’m not very cool
Course [...]
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Not so tired in trials of lately
Devil in the spaces
Giving credit, going places
You are told
To go
Feeling bold?
Go gold
Preconceived in half allegiance
Ideas of the wicked
Who remove you from your sickness
Young and old
Oh, no?
Are you sold?
Go gold
We will march one-half a million
From the tents to the pavilion
Where [...]
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you’re born alone,
you die alone, you
pull into a truck-
stop in Gallup alone
where every trucker
looks like the devil.
like pictures of the
devil. like they’d
kill you worse than
cops or buy you a
beer, two beers, if
they knew what you
were thinking. about
their looking like
the devil or killing you or buying
you [...]
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Climbing up to greet you
And all the suns that shine above you
Pretty bombs will sing you
To sleep and you will dream of them
Out of one chance
Out of wonder
A secret box where hides it
They put their hearts inside it
No one has the keys
And so they lie [...]
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(R. Pollard)
I’ve waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me
I’ve cheated so long I wonder
How you keep track of me
You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
I’ve entered the game [...]
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eveything is insane
the prices never change
the aisle of truth is zero and cold
the aisle of truth is zero and cold
come to planet
follow the search
come to me especially
drive me to drink
…in a car
something tells me no
but i can slip through the bars
under the bushes under the [...]
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in the summer that you came
there was something eating everyone
and the sunshine fund was low
we couldn’t greet you
with a simple hello
and the watchers of the flood
were busy in their chambers
making sure there was new blood
to sustain their dying veins
but i believed you
no need for further [...]
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