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By Nature
03:31
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Complex and contained
Taught never to complain
If it's never been the same
Then I guess we're on our way
Bind my eyes on neither
Take my prized-deceiver home!
I really don't know what happens
All I see I have been shown!
Too much everything
And what we never see
If I had something to bring
Then I'd lay it down at your feet
Pick which star's your favorite
Pretend it's actually where you're from
Too damn tense by nature
What we says not set it stone!
Bind my eyes on neither
I'll take my prized-deceiver home!
I really don't know what happens
All I see I have been shown!
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Troublin' Autumn
04:55
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Praise be the ill-informed
Amazing: her sprit flown away
Shaking because I wanna
And aching because I oughtta, ok?
No more troublin' Autumn
Say no more! I'm happy I got 'em today
Oh Lord, keep me a conscience
Say oh Lord, making me nauseous, I say.
Do what I say I'd never
Do what I like forever
Praise be the feel important
Maybe I think I own it alright?
Praise be the looking stranger
Waking to all that danger inside
Hopeful! Evil I caught it
Say I'm hopeful, I'm proud to have shot it my way
No more troublin' Autumn
Say no more! I'm happy I got 'em today
Do what I say I'd never
Do as I love forever
Say that I don't forget her
Do as I love forever
Do as I love forever
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Beneath Us / Between Us
04:24
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I don't know if I can tell you exactly how I feel
Some things just don't spell it out or tell you, "here's the deal. . ."
I'm not saving no one's grace, but mine and that's alright
My escape is your escape; the light is in my sight
And we've seen past our hands, and our plans that built this land: now beneath us.
Sure, we've got bigger minds, digging the tunnel prize lies between us.
Looking back and forward at them, looking at their brains.
I can't tell if it's their's or mine that isn't sane.
I've been told that I don't really know just what I want.
I've been told that I don't really know what I want.
And I think you're all so right.
You all have made my mind, go and take it.
I'll miss those couple months, but I gave you all my love- go and make it.
I don't know if I can tell you exactly how I feel
I don't know if I can tell you exactly how I feel. . .
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Make My Day
05:02
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Play unsafe
Tape-skate-fate
Make my day
Please,
Make my day
Who's to say?
What was that way?
Make my day
Please,
Make my day
'cause it's just dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
It's just dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
Talk's not cheap
In fact, it's free!
Talk to me
They
Talk to me
I'm not me
In turn I'm seen
Talk to me
They
Talk to me
And it's always dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
It's always dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
It's just dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
Dusk and dust and musk and rust and love and lust and doves and stuff.
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Ringo-Star-Stuff
03:35
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Balancing Air
03:53
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Into the dark I stumble a lot
Cut through the bark, I mumble at talks
To think that it could shake me up.
No, not so scared. Nothing's more fair
One gets lost, one gets there.
Just balancing air.
Can't think for any other one.
So I would not act smart,
Brains tend to rot.
All get right, get one shot.
Guess dreams tend to not.
Just thinking it was really there.
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Rebel
03:33
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And the Gods made all of the love, but I don't feel like kneeling.
All the Mods just talk about what they ought to be stealing.
Guess that nothing belongs to you.
And the parks got real dark and the art was left out in the rain.
The top of mart-broke the tarp and washed away that pain.
Nothing is held by truth.
See the sparks they thought, "everyone's a mirror!
and it's small, stands tall. Hindsight sees more clear."
Nothing could go to far.
'Cept their wrong and their songs don't quite feel like home to me.
There's the fauna on along, deals just like James Dean: like a rebel without the claws.
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The starting one the open box it up in time to feed the fox. The missing tail, he talked it tough in rhymes to park some other lots.
He'd crawl behind the strangest stores where bugs and heat were strictly scorned, but idolized they left the shore he felt as if he'd seen before.
Keeping real he found an eel that hid between the rocks and steel. One shock a night and it was clear that all he'd ever been was here.
The leading one, another stop. A wolf glides through the farmer's crops and goes out to the mountain tops, but felt as if he'd only dropped. Desert night, a solar flare; imagine he could swim through air and ditch the sand and be up there, be the sunset's final stares.
Bear saw through a telescope she bought from a machine with rope, lost her balance, India, fell and broke her tibia. She limped the way into a cave to bathe with snakes or hibernate, but left the cave and found a saint that took her to the frozen lake.
The lake it swarmed with spirit tracks and gnats that formed in picture-packs. Crack-a-whip, fake-a-snap. Fell hard upon the crooked maps. The maps were changed but felt the same as if that bear'd not left her brain, but hoped on a commuter train to wake or merely change the frame.
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My shout, my doubt.
That cloud is gold.
Out loud- my town.
There's nothing I'd have sold,
But take paranoia out of the picture now
And give some pharaoh's toy a fixture now
What now? My pounds?
Or my pouncing hands?
Fake cows make fake sounds
And my 'ouch!': I'm tranced.
And they'd tell you one was worthless and one's a bigger man.
Done searching, keep your curses; I've got a little lamb.
My shout, more like my pout
I'll keep tight what's mine
Out loud- my town;
I only see I and I.
Hi!
;)
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Awkward Is A Long Time
04:12
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Nothing's gonna change until we go back.
Nothing's gonna change until we go back.
Awkward is a long time.
Awkward is a long time.
Awkward is a long time.
Awkward is a long time.
Living in the play, their eyes are lined upon us.
When things get led astray take place in what belongs us.
I think I might awake into another moment.
You'd hate them if they praised and all in fact you've shown it.
Awkward is a long time.Awkward is a long time.Awkward is a long time.Awkward is a long time.
I've got one I've got one I've got one I've got one I've got one I've got one
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Mama Would Be Proud Nashville, Tennessee
band out of water
band is
Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
Joe White, Bennett Littlejohn
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