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crutch
04:09
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godless mother's father raised me
with one eyebrow raised to heaven
emotions motion, notion
to a game of trite devotion
native child of foreign soul with half the light to see
open wide let conscience guide
only trust your heart to belled inside
handful of heritage, i push tradition aside
with new rules to abide-decide not to decide
i have the right
native child of foreign soul with half the light to see
open wide let conscience guide
only trust your heart to belled inside
no attraction
clean my slate
no color skin could make me hate
no extra weight
no crutches
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2. |
overcast
03:50
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creep
01:50
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instrumental
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useless
02:51
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standing alone, facing the maker of bad dreams
feeling as though you've never wanted but knowing all along you have
wanted, needed things no other ever had
wanted, needed but never did a damn thing
it's kinda useless yet unadulterated you stand
broken feelings inside
i only wanted
you wanted it all, didn't you?
didn't you admit it?
you wanted everything to go so fucking wonderfully
like a goddamned carousel of hopes and dreams
and friends and family but what now?
standing alone, facing the maker of bad dreams
feeling as though you've never wanted but knowing all along you have
wanted, needed things no other ever had
wanted, needed but never did a damn thing
it's kinda useless yet unadulterated you stand
broken feelings inside
i only wanted
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extension
01:58
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being wound, wound up tight
constrict myself, i give you light
cannot come undone but i can't replace the sun
you rely on me too much; for you i bleed electricity
you stretch me across your room
just so you can sit and watch t.v.
what would you do if i were never around
if i never existed
and god forbid the lights go out
no situation comedies
no light at night to see by
just the moon and stars to borrow
to lead you til tomorrow
when the sun comes out
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happy now
02:51
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the sand is falling in an hourglass of lies and pain
i see a figure standing shoeless in the pouring rain
reluctant, loving mother-figure, protect me from what's rightly wrong
was yours and mine, i can't escape the candy-coated song
scratched, cut-open, left to bleed
by the 3/4 nails of the scrawny dog
forced to come inside
to the place where the virus hides
my own thoughts i could not hear
above the altercation of the hunted
i can't seem to place my finger
upon the key to happiness
what was once a simple trickling stream
is now a raging river of consciousness
less is more, more or less
less is best, less is best
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P.T.F.O
02:53
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groove. Newport News, Virginia
Ernest Miller - bass
Gut Rochelle - guitar
J.J. Garfinkel - drums
Chris Wade - vocals
Nathan Camfiord - guitar
Bryan Wassom - bass
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