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Fake Cowboy
01:52
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I see
The mall heading upstream
All rugged in these trails
I’m always tryna scheme
Youre plastic
Your fur don’t move at all
It’s all brand new
This hat, my shoes
Cost a quarter to move
Melted away
You’re plastic
Your fur don’t move at all
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2. |
Turnover
02:25
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I say what’s up and I pour out a little blood
I feel delighted all my platelets counted up
Leaking over to pints you know I’m filling up
The recommended amount I hope I’m good enough
But we
We are so mean
I won’t sit still
I’m turning pale
Made out fine but I’m still feeling ugly
To many pricks, sticks, wincing when they touch me
Bawling my eyes make black n blue seem lovely
I’m either ghastly or I’m just indulging
But we
We are so mean
I won’t sit still
I’m turning pale
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I am the one who chops the finger
Take off your face and drop the mirror
An eggshell cracked upon my forehead
Silence so loud it makes you forget
A carnival all filled with bubbles
Sucking a thumb just leads to trouble
I put the pin to what you believe
I burn the books so that you can breathe
In this house
The little things mean everything
Head in the clouds
A hologram projection of me
My vision’s skewed
A tilted view through film and filter
These images are all brand new
All Fingers Point to the Moon
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4. |
St. Patrick
02:14
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Oh franny my luck is running out and it is ugly
I got no rabbits foot I’ve got no money
Oh franny I’ve got no rabbits foot I got no money
My luck is running out and it is ugly
My tongue turned black
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5. |
Stranger Danger
03:52
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I think I’m hearing the knock
Hearing a scream again
Fearful of the empire
An echo in my head
So what’s it like to be?
I’m not a part of this world
This house don’t run for free
And personality turned me
Put together the pieces
A broken mirror again
An image of a stranger
Drawn with my hand
Fuel the fire with gasoline
And eat up all the ash
This house don’t run for free
I got the means to spend the cash
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6. |
Log Song
03:47
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Changed right into
Those bright garden flowers
Divine motive my sleight of hand
A trick for leaving the earth
Mystic numbers
Proved the point
But I dropped the ball
See fit a transformation
Gotta change my whole shit up
There’s potential
Holding back
Point up
Below
I shed my woes
I trip that wire
I raise my wand
I won’t be here that long I fear
My time is short the begging sort
I take a stave a nervous wave
I’m filling books
I’m made of clay
Lily of the valley
I’ll take a number eight
No bees or cows no honey
Keeps me up just casting spells
Oh well
Point up
Below
I shed my woes
I trip that wire
I raise my wand
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7. |
Epcot
02:51
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Daytripper
Lost boys
You spent more money on that cab fare home
Still chasing for that piece of mind
Man I’m just here all the time
Claustrophobic
You go back
Broken screen on a new phone
I’m a slave to repeated behaviors
Christ killer unrelatable savior
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8. |
Blotter
03:08
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Spiral walls containing autumns of light
Bought a dozen now more like four or five
Swallowed every single one in the womb
Jaded already? This soon?
Dads body count skipped out on the jail
Deep in the ground it helps with the sales
I know momma likes those stray daffodils
Keeping her hair a little less shrill
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