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Sleep In The Pavement
02:58
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Here comes the storm
It won't slow down for me
I feel like an autumn's leaf more than autumn's wind
If it's my fate
If it's my turn
I'll make the seasonal fall and sleep in the pavement
Showered and free
If a shower is what I need
When I wake up I'll be a bookmark to guide you where to begin
I'm constantly at awe
By the force that draws me close
To give up all for you although you will never love me
It's been a long time such a long time
defending my fears
I've done the waiting with all the moments lost
What do I know
About going it for it all
I feel like an autumn's leaf and you are the leap
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Mannequin
01:56
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Things are getting out of hand
while I'm sold by the pound
Someone is waving with my parts
While I'm transcending bleeding out.
Never got to kill the internet
In a romantic gesture in case
you kept track of me like I
cyber stalked you on drunken nights
God evolved me this way
An agnostic who pretends
a message could heal all wounds
There's only redemption in my blues
It's so like a body to fall apart
If my arms were still attached
I would shake the timid me
The one who lost it at the seams
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Shin
01:14
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Nothing really hurts like when you hurt your shin
cause you kicked and you missed and it hurts so much
you got no luck no
There's a bump rising up
There's a bump rising up
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Equipped for the background
An echo to hide in place
For a lover's shout a lover's call gets me through the day
The routine just ages
madness starts to leak
comfort is a calm enemy, it's time for me to leave
Face the lack of passion when I have clocked out
Time we are dealt the same
I got my self to blame
It hardly seems like a struggle
And I can't forget
The previous go around was the worst I ever felt
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The Brothers Gibb
02:43
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The Brothers GIbb Had harmonies
The brothers Gibb had harmonies
and they stayed alive
They stayed alive through John Travolta and their fans
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
It doesn't take too much
Just don't make fun of my steps they are my own
Fights the poet with his pen
for simple words that one can say
And they stayed alive
Through John Travolta
Is there a quota
To meet befora
We bring this fucker home
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It's raining all sorts of people in front of trains
Heading straight to websites then papers
It's also a lesser tragedy to be late
guessing professions on each others breath
This over priced ride just hast to move
I wish it had a face to punch it blue
At least my headphones will numb my rage
It's been a while here inside this cage
Territorial fashion kicks in the assign station
in the appropriate station
it's raining incoherent DJs inside the tarp
trampling elephants on awkward stands
I can not remember when it was
an all inclusive rejection on leper time
The taking turns just has to be
atoms crashing at each others whims
This over hyped times tried to exist
somewhere near Moses muddy tears
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When I thought of you
and the art that you do
By evoking desire
with the fire you inspired
You will hurt like the first love I ever lost
In abstract glow
At the beginning of a flow
We counted until late with nothing to gain
You will hurt like the first love I ever lost
Some people don't dance because they got no feet
Others don't dance because they don't know how to live
I scattered here and there
crumbs that I could trace
back to your curves
where my palms were fed
You will hurt like the first love I ever lost
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#TheHashTags
03:15
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Believers of geometry and Lucifer
empty out the barrels and let rumor spread
And I was sure it was all for show
Someone wearing a mask, in a trance shot me a glance
daring me to lick the whiskey floor clean
Surrendered and free
Surrendered and freed
Romanticizing life drunkenly
I sit around and watch the morning break
I am the target waiting to be dealt
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If I Was To Stop
02:56
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If I was to stop
drinking all the time
My 20s would be bland
and my 30s would be sad
I suggest doing the thing you aare doing right
If I was to die
in an alcoholic tide
surfing with my face
drowning for a taste
i suggest doing the thing you are doing right
I was sick before and after
it's a disaster
I sure know better
But how do I get there
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Oh it seems like
yeah it feels lke
I could be doing more to mess things up
its a habit
an acknowledge habit
To leave before the going gets good
it's an easy fall from grace when you want to be out
it's an easy fall from grace when you try
I don't need lessons
I don't need lectures
I'm paying my respects to the grave of my teenage plight
It is easier
So much easier
To sing songs of sadnnes and broken hearts.
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Battery One Dollar Bronx, New York
From The Bronx New York, Battery One Dollar
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