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Prelude
01:18
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Falling to the sea,
Memories and steel rush past, it's all blurry.
Drifting softly, finally free.
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Rosé (of Beers)
02:35
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Poor Excuses.
The things you do, they will haunt you.
I was young, I was stupid,
all we did was just get wasted.
Nowhere to go where no one knows.
Went down hard,
hit the pavement.
What happened next, you still say:
You say it's all my fault,
that we all fall down.
But now I see, it wasn't me.
I was robbed, it was taken;
you blamed me? That's shit.
Because it's not my fault.
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Here // There
03:15
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I like to visit them,
and walk this path again.
A thing you loved and lost,
worn grooves to date the past.
There is no here, here.
There was no here, here.
There are no living here,
there's only echoes here.
(The place where time went still)
It was no rush for them.
They lived forever then,
until earth opened wide,
their bodies went inside.
(Our home it's bright up there)
And will you lay with me?
Broken bodies, lifeless trees;
while children run and play
on top of our decay.
There is no here, here.
There was no here, here.
There are no living here,
there's only echoes here.
(The place where time went still)
It was no rush for them.
They lived forever then,
until earth opened wide,
their bodies went inside.
(Our home it's bright up there)
Worn flesh and bone,
in oaken homes.
There is no here, here.
There was no here, here.
There are no living here,
there's only echoes here.
(The place where time went still)
They're gone. They're gone.
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Can't you read the signs?
Open book, downcast eyes,
what planet does that mean
I want you to notice me?
I'll ask once nicely,
maybe twice firmly,
and if you touch my body
things will go very badly for you.
(They'll never find you.)
You're not listening.
Fuckin' mansplaining,
that if I didn't want the attention
I could've picked isolation.
I see your anger,
you feel like danger,
and I have the right to react
with all the force that I have.
(And I'll fight back.)
Now is when
you call me a bitch,
and I don't give a
shit.
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5. |
Contracture
04:29
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So they put you in a twin bed, Vickie,
hoped you'd occupy yourself.
Well what are you supposed to be doing,
trapped inside yourself?
With no teeth in your mouth,
and your hand tight and strained.
Ms. Lily, who were you before?
Do you lay inside your bed,
wishing it was the floor?
So you fret and you moan,
on your back in your room.
Do you ever dream?
And do you dream about peaches
heavy on their trees?
With no teeth in your mouth,
and your hand tight and strained,
on your back serpentined.
And do you dream about peaches
falling from their beams?
Ms. Lily, what are you doing on the floor?
You were safe inside your bed,
you should really speak up more.
With no teeth in your mouth.
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