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Afraid of the Ghost
02:31
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started burning all my black t shirts
started acting out in public
started pretending like i know where the trains go
needed more of the scriptures
i cut my hair, started talking to god
burning all the sweaters that you said you thought you'd like
and i know, yeah i know, that's all, i swear
i know it's on me
i know it's on me
i know it's on me
little handles, little paper cups
little chances where i didn't say enough
if your stutter breaks, the sorrow's still there
when you pass out cold on your neighbor's stairs
your car isn't starting and it's all fucked up
you scratch the paint on someone else's bumper
loveless might fade with time
start acting like the problems are mine
cause they're mine
i know it's on me
i know it's on me
i know it's on me
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Genesis Six Giants
04:21
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low impedance, high impact
so you can feel the air connect with your face
everyone's got to make some kind of wave
mine just happens to look like the handprint on your tv set
and when the doctor said to you
he didn't like the way you talked to yourself
did it sound like a campaign?
or did you finally feel it down in your nerve endings?
yellow fluorescents on countertops
as string lights connect into stringlights
i bought envelopes to fill with rent checks
i traced outlines on the back
tire swings and mood rings
are you tired of sleeping in?
i can feel your perfume change the room
i can close my eyes and still know when you leave
ripple out, rip me away
let it all come, wash me away
brush my hair, clean my face
let me away
take my wallet
try to recreate my name
mystery on the water
sons and daughters, little kids
everyone's gotta have vices
sing your little hymnal
play your little drum
wait for him to come
every song sounds the same to you
everything is just another cry for help
loaded in lace
loaded in lace
i know it now
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Perfect Timing
01:07
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march at doubletime's pace to the driver's seat
of my dented sedan, i can't stand it but anything to get me out of
the plastic wrapped package i've been stuck in for hours
they forgot to poke holes in the box so now i can't breathe
or maybe that's just another asthma attack
i can't tell which one sounds more believable to you
am i believable to you?
tried making plans but then i froze up
i thought this would be enough
pack a highly touted insulated lunch box, zipped shut
the content doesn't matter, externalities impede upon us
all with perfect timing, that's the reliable i'm looking for
but i don't think i'm looking forward to this anymore
the shakes that have settled in my hips are stuck
now i recall why i bailed on you last night
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Tacos Were Here
01:07
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i feel an inkling of a change tickle the back of my neck
high art and higher me
the windows are narrow and the streets are wet
and a fucking teal hoodie we found in the back of your closet
i wish someone would've told me
enlightenment looks like the inside of a paper tube
dopple-shifting, topple over
cemented down and catty-cornered
so you can sit and breathe until the heavy breaths are over
until the way messages are over
until the waiting room is full again
until your brains get back from your car
i feel an itching in my throat
i feel it roll between my fingers
i feel it dance around the sun and burst
flaring out and over
i stole something today
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