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What goes up must come down
One arm up about to drown
I knew that you were getting restless
I need you now
I’m half drown and gasping
I have to learn what to do on my own now
(Showed me love, doesn't stand a chance. It's not worth trying. Don't know how, I can trust again. You're always lying)
When I get it right I’ll write you a postcard
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FOMO by Mosey Jones
02:31
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For what it’s worth I feel left out
Of every social gathering that I turn down
It’s not that I want to stay home all week
It’s that if I don’t I’m afraid that I won’t I sleep
And I’ve heard your thoughts on how I should leave
And I agree, but honestly
I’m too afraid to forge my own path
And leave this damaging routine I have in my past
To chase a high that would be hard to make last
Or deal with new people that I might like less
I’m keeping up appearances for years until I can’t go back
If you don’t then I won’t
You don’t have to worry
You won’t be alone
Unless you want to be
If you don’t then I won’t
Cause I don’t know what I want
If you don’t then I won’t
I’ll stay home all night long
But if they keep pushing me away
I’m sure that I’ll leave without a trace
I swear that this is the empty promise that I’ll make. I’ll make it!
I’ll get out this, I’ll come get a drink after I quit
I’ll talk to you for hours on end about all that I’ve missed
And every opportunity I’ve had to resist
And all of the friendships I’ve failed to keep up with
I can’t take it back, but that’s not what the point is
I’m here with you now so I’m not missing out
If you don’t then I won’t
You don’t have to worry
You won’t be alone
Unless you want to be
If you don’t then I won’t
Cause I don’t know what I want
If you don’t then I won’t
I’ll stay home all night long
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You know I got a lot of baggage.
Oh, shit!
I think I left it at the terminal.
Motherfucker, what a waste of twenty-hour flight.
Everything was in there: Slim Jims; toothbrush; pillow for my sad naps; Star Trek on Blu-ray.
I think this metaphor’s done, man.
Soak it up alone.
It’s a sickness to force on anybody.
Quick game of hot potato.
Get it right or get out the way.
Go home.
No one ever wants you here.
NBD, son.
You got the same one-view mindset.
Go back where you came from.
This isn’t real.
Walk it off.
Grab lunch with the birds that are flying around my head.
Whoo, look who in the fuck walked in:
A little Pelley-Maughn minion pointing out all of my flaws again.
Maybe you should just run away.
Common placement.
The words mean nothing lately.
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Replicant by Still There
05:40
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It feels like I've been
starting to notice
colours again
for the first time.
Those kind and dulcet tones,
however melancholy,
paired well with the sky;
a lightened blue.
Quiet and serene;
maybe this is the start of something.
And I have heard it said
that anyone can bounce back.
and if that's true,
can you ever really be sure?
As I watched the light fade,
turned tarnished and grey,
no longer reflecting.
With no recollection of the hue of yesteryear,
who's to say what's left here?
I don't know why I think
that things would work out or just happen for me.
Getting out there only sent me back home
with an emptiness thought to be long gone.
Why? Why try
when all of the worst things came true tonight?
Why try
when all of the worst things came true tonight?
Can - can I?
If I could, I would have -
If I could, I would have.
Can I?
If I could, I would have -
If I could, I would have.
So there we are; here again.
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Horace by Sinking
04:25
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I’d like to meet the man
Who mumbles slightly
I’d like to meet the man
Who stumbles blindly into God
Is his mind any more fragile
Than my neighbor, Horace
Sweet like swine
Bend and groan
Taking up your precious time
So we may
laugh until we sleep
And we blame Horace
My neighbor, bloated
Sweet like swine
Bent and grown
Taking up our precious time
To show life to the night,
Clear the dust from your good advice
I wanted it all for myself
I wanted it all to terrorize the clerics
My faults are all my fault
To witness the writing
Of biblical decrees
What’s left now will bury me
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Native Tongue by Tinge
03:22
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(Verse 1)
I’m sorry that things weren’t always the way I see them.
Blinded by naivety.
But I opened my eyes.
And I see things for what they are.
(Chorus)
Seeds of lies
Are cast and sown,
Take root and hold,
With thorns that choke.
(Verse 2)
I’m sorry that things weren’t always the way you saw them.
Blinded by naivety.
But I opened my eyes.
And I see you for what you are.
(Spoken Word Ending)
Three inches of tongue divides six feet of man
Barely restored and divided again
Kin kill kin in acts of deceit
And Seek the circles beneath our feet.
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Desert pt.II by Vs Self
03:18
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They say it’s pretty here
Well maybe I’m jaded or I’m aiming this frame
In the wrong direction
This scenery makes decent fuel for introspection
I tried to cover up what has turned into remnants
Wishful tinsel
It’s not aesthetically pleasing
For the next few hours I can be somewhere else
These days
I need something beautiful and far away
Trade in this foundation
For asphalt and machinery
You don’t think I can read maps
Distance stains my vocabulary
Geographic features like jagged rings (shattered glass)
The space that separates you from me
(The curved lines that lead you to me)
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