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Stop the barking dog. Be the perfect setting sun (son). Don't think of what you want, just all the things you've done. Be hurried out of that heavy-hearted house left to worry about your mouth. Yeah I'm the frightened hopeless child, your the minister of mild. Throw the passive in a pile, after all it's just denial. And keep faking free like ghosts that scream, quiet knee touching quiet knee. I want more to be there now. Believe me, I don't want to waste one more second of your time. You freeze me, so I can't feel the pressure you're placing on my spine. Intend on an insult. Learn to act like an adult, returning what's been told unexposed and fucking cold. Project only an air, yell "I'm embarrassed and I care!" Self doubt or self despair, guess I'm a model for that scare. But it's not as if it hasn't been the hardest thing since it begins (began) my eyes have been over worked. I'm cooled out, feeling cursed.

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from Big Neighborhoods With Big Houses, released February 1, 2011

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Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
Joe White, Bennett Littlejohn
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