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Sweaty Headaches
03:35
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Sweaty headaches are tired and overdone
Tshirts sticking like glue to you
Sun beating down on your brain like a snare drum
Slowly melting me into you
Night have become something dreamed of in daylight
Times when the world is quiet and true
Breezes carry thoughts out like a train line
Endlessly commuting their way to you
Got a notion of the code of conduct
Many days have gone by since she had one
Got a notion of the lows and the highs
In this ocean she probably won't survive, no
Now you've got all of that out of the way
Things have seemed to be painted in mostly grey
Even the way that she goes about her days
Lacks some sort of sign of existing
Long gestating, it was raised in her mind
As a way to cope with being alive
Given her silence, so pretty at night
Watch the tides roll in dark blues and blacks and sprinkled whites
All over your time here
What are you doing with your time here?
What can I help you find, dear?
Could it be hidden away in the idle array in your brain
Of the many thoughts you've made
What's a moment you were so sure you were alive
Not some program checking time from time to time
Gotta make sure you've still got some stashed away
Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out
Any day now
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Fuzz
02:47
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Please let me know before you go
I need one last look just so I know
Just so I know
Things feel pretty, then they don't
Your minds playin' tricks on you
Don't let it ramble on
Just grab hold tight, don't let it slip away
It's a tricky beast
You've got to put it in its place
I've been waiting for that moment when you feel the seasons swing
That'll tell me, I'm still working
Haven't lost all feeling
I've been waiting for that moment when this fuzz will dissipate
I'd really like to talk to humans again
Without feeling my body shake
Please let me know before you go
I need one last look just so I know
Just so I know
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Bellyaching
03:26
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Bellyaching
There's not a thing that you can do that's more frustrating
You're ageing, but that don't mean that you've got anything worth saying
Don't assume that it's okay now
Don't assume that there's a way out
Expectations are just as fragile as the sentiment they're laid in
You're wasted, spread eagle baby lying naked on the pavement
Don't you act like you've been cheated when you can't say what it is you needed
Ain't no sense left in discussing
Fuck you, you know we owe you nothing
The more you say it the less it seems that you really want to change it
We're just the face of who's displaced where all the rage is
Don't assume that it's okay now
Don't assume that there's a way out
Ain't no sense left in discussing
Fuck you, you know we owe you nothing
I've been missing a spark for hundreds of days
The point of decay is long gone
Have me sent on forward to the next same thing
Who do I hurt now?
I can't wait to find out
Who's gonna hurt me now?
I can't wait to find out
Who do I hurt now?
I can't wait to find out
Who's gonna hurt me now?
I can't wait
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Good Luck
04:46
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Give my sincere regards to the deep wide hole in your heart
You could build a home in it
When you search, don't get lost in the deep wide hole in your heart
I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for
It seems to come and go with time
So you'd better get on its good side
Maybe it could cut you a deal, throw you a reel
You're violent to feel that way
When for a moment or a night it just seems to be okay
Like a fleeting reminder of the better days
I'm gonna wake up and tell you all the things that I meant to say
I promise it'll be okay one day
Give my sincere regards to the deep wide hole in your heart
You could build a home in it
When you search, don't get lost in the deep wide hole in your heart
I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for
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All Day Breakfast Toronto, Ontario
Duo from Toronto/Ottawa. Two large idiots yelling.
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