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Louie Pants
02:05
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the greatest mystery
impossible to solve
retracing history
to writing on cave walls
but i try not to worry about it anymore
it's something that i'm used to and i'm getting bored
see visions while i'm asleep
and they feel so real to me
who should say that all these dreams
are separate from reality?
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2. |
Plastic Silverware
04:54
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i can't find my peace of mind
i hear them yell
they're at the door
they're asking for more
i blame myself, i'm a walk in hell
been here so long
how many songs must i write
before i right these wrongs?
i have never lived my life without plastic in my eye
i can't breath, and i can't see the path between the iron trees
i'm not a cook, but i can bake
twenty-seven layers
that's what it takes
inside my mind
don't tell your folks, they don't care
synthetic affairs
paper thin inside your own
your own mind
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3. |
Spaghetti Joe
02:07
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searching for the answers
in the bottom of a bottle
deadly like a cancer
open casket for a model
i hate the taste
but i love the buzz
guzzle down another
shit, i'm feeling nauseous
throw up in the gutter
and clean up with the faucet
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4. |
Hypnotized
02:49
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a transient disguise
and a total waste of time
but i get right back in line
it's like i've been hypnotized
a blessing and a curse
every day it is the first
and the last, vice-a-verse
i just hope it don't get worse
what do i expect to find?
either way, i'm still alive
day by day, just try to survive
appreciate my time and mind
a temporary mask
and a total waste of cash
but i get right back in line
no one even needs to ask
an overpriced charade
paid for every single day
an impermanent escape
conducive to my formless state
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5. |
Beachfront
03:03
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what have all these people done?
they're killing my sweet mother
why can't they stop what's going on?
why can't they love their brothers?
is that too much?
is it too much to ask?
mankind can plot a path to Mars
when we're buried under trash
the billionaires will fly away
and they will leave us all to rot
well that's ok, everywhere is beachfront
and the sun is hot
and nothing grows
so there's no
no need for us to mow our lawns
or admit our way of life was wrong
mankind, born of the earth
from whence he shall return
but it seems he's made his mind
he'll never truly learn
i am Ozymandius
everything you see is mine
sand for miles all around
buried under time
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6. |
Poo Brain
02:57
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try not to be so easy now
try to calm down, don't have a cow
pick yourself up off the ground
and flip that frown right upside-down
but you know that i'd wait forever
if you'd come back and say you're
forever mine and i didn't waste
all of my time
try not to let it get to you
try all you want, you still feel blue
scrape yourself up off your shoe
feeling the same, what can you do?
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7. |
Go Back Home
02:53
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do you have some time to spend?
i waste more time than anyone
maybe we could be friends
maybe we could have some fun
and at first, everything seemed so right
we had it all and with time on our side
but soon enough, things started getting rough
i thought you'd understand me, but you don't
i'll just go back home
why do i have to wait so long?
what if i never find the one?
maybe i'm doomed to be alone
maybe i should just sell my phone
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8. |
Snorlax
02:57
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there are times, waking life
it just floors me
other times, unannounced
it just bores me
still i try, floating by
dream of soaring
but instead, i'm in bed
and i'm snoring
no more time to waste away
i've gotta change from day to day
i'll set my course, then i'm on my way
i'll leave my stress in yesterday
there are days i can't explain
they consume me
other days, in a way
they amuse me
still i try, floating by
dream of soaring
clear my head and get out of bed
no more snoring
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Trent Carr Monroe Township, New Jersey
this cosmic dance of bursting decadence twists all our arms collectively...but, if sweetness can win--and it can--then i'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. peace.
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