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Penny
04:20
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cracked it wide open now you’re slack-jawed and reeling
take a time out now to get used to the feeling
like collecting a reward that was never deserved
it’s learning how to leave and keep the scene undisturbed
giving up the truth when it’s better left alone
confessing to a way with no beliefs of its own
if you bring it up to date we can try to align
but call me on my flip phone all you’ll hear is girl bye
i can't wait to hear your reaction
penny for your thoughts and a penny for me after
we hit a wall press the button for the reset
buy into something when you know that it’s pretend
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2. |
Wilted
03:38
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a subtle place confusion (getting by now)
don’t have to fight for some things (can’t listen too loud)
dyed in a jaundice shade (a rare piece of)
you have arrived it’s okay (the final meaning)
a subtle place confusion (getting by now)
don’t have to fight for some things
like picking up on pieces of dust
we’ll see the end
a million pictures
only one you understand
you’re getting by
just listen
you have arrived
cut off
the wilted spots
make a safe side
for you to love
let me teach you a lesson i will it to be
heads with no bodies
this shadow of mine you’ll follow for miles
little fingers i’ll be on time
like chipping off the pieces of rust
we’re on the mend
a million pictures
only one you understand
you’re getting by
just listen
you have arrived
cut off
the wilted spots
make a safe side
for you to love
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3. |
Pop Criminal
02:10
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there’s some discord deep inside and it rumbles me awake
now im headed to the spot with a tune i can't shake
i’ve got big money down on pop criminal stocks
everybody goes to jail when you hand me the aux
it’s a story of success, a warning of excess
the power vacuum’s filled with an overblended mess
your stolen mood woven in the fabric of life
i’m the last decaying note at the end of the night
pop criminal
you dont want this anymore
you know its wrong in the spotlight
so pitiful
couldn't hear you anymore
its time to learn when you cant make it right
put me on stage you won’t hear the applause
beat so off that it’s breaking the law
i want to build a second home inside of your head
keep the pressure on the track gotta keep the fans fed
horror on the left, pleasure on the right
love what you do don’t work a day in your life
in a dream where you wake up right before you fall
so shocking to the core but didn’t matter at all
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4. |
Something Worse
04:13
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daze us with another glance, make it brand new
themes we know are real but mostly only passes on through
and who suffers most for your chance to unwind?
fold me up, unpack, get caught, repeat, like skipping the line
certain what to make of it, pretend not to choose
reaching to explain some destiny, just something to do
is all of this okay with you, couldn’t be clear
if it’s not okay with me i think you’ll still find me here
paint your nails and i’ll bite mine
i know your holding space watch it freeze in time
and now i’ve got something worse in mind
gonna keep it to myself gonna keep it kind
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5. |
donotplay
03:08
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what kind of a life
an impossible one
dig into the dirt
until i see the sun
can’t break it away
a weapon for all
tucked into your back
resisting it’s pull
breaking a mold that was once set in stone and sung
in an inertia that nobody started
it’s easier to hear when i wanna believe myself
even if it seems worth it
i cant break it away
we’re searching in the haystack
it’s fruitless i've seen it
i’m tired of plotting the points on the phone
i want to be in a place where i feel at home
i want a piece of a life no one told me would come
dig into the dirt until i see the sun
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6. |
f4f
01:58
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trading
frame for frame
race me
to the bottom in one try
if you’re here then so am i
tracing your shape face to face
wear me on your sleeve to see
god saves time to build the breeze
saints align in pews of white
not one alive or bright
race me to the bottom
frame for frame
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7. |
Benny's Theme
00:46
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8. |
Tofutti Dreamsicle
03:03
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no fortune
the selfish ones by now
we’re done
resigning to the tools we have in front of us
burn you when you need them
i can tell we’ve lost too much
tricked into a dead end
hoping for the ice to melt
we measured as the space between us fell
unsuspecting of a price to pay
for clinging to what makes you less afraid
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9. |
P.S. THREE
03:55
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wait for me to count you in
i’m learning how to be a friend
sticking to you upside down
like a blood sucking bat on an old hound
dry me out and turn me around
a river of tears vanished in time
for you to stick me at the back of the line
i can tell when i’m being strung along right
if i could get it to reduce then you know i would
instead of gripping to a word that i’ll never make good
when you’re stuck in a malaise thicker than you’ve known
you see the back of a wall somehow standing alone
a portrait bending and stretched way farther than it should
and now im gripping to a word that i’ll never make good
always waiting for the count before i get up and go
it’s a way to survive not a name you should know
no plan on ending
not that i wouldn’t know how
layers made for peeling
painted and stretched across you for the last time
no change of setting
you won’t need companions now
parasitic living
it’s a way to survive not a name that i go by
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