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Blush
04:21
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Chased to another
Lay us all aside
The seething sickness
Of a barren mind
Left by all
For none to see
It's an improvised lobotomy
With every pleasing and prudent part
What could she want
She wants a heart
Though nothings left to say
While we try to make the fall
Born boiled
And then sold
And the hunger left their entrails cold
Found him out to be a king of hearts
And took him down
Just to tear him apart
With every pleasing and prudent part
What could she want
She wants a heart
Though nothings left to say
While we try to make the fall
Nothings unsaid
Don't be afraid of the dead
And Betty could you please
Give my cheeks a little red
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Polaroid
07:25
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Pristine old priestess
Don't pluck the gold from my sunshine
I'll weep for my daughter
"Oh all the things I'd have taught her"
And it's dandy
Monogomy and brandy
But that ain't gonna roll so slick
When angel skulls grow stupid thick
No matter what's said
On anyone's side
I went to the water
And I dipped my feet
And I called to the doctor
"Please fix these crooked teeth"
And she smiled
The rest they look down on me
Crying "oh li la la li la
li la la la li lo lili"
All I've found
Is the beauty
Inside
Lest we forget
The messages that they'd left
They read
You see
Your problems stem from your necessities
And your necessities aren't necessarily
All that
Necessary
You'll see
I went to the water
And I dipped my feet
And I called to the doctor
"Please fix these crooked teeth"
And she smiled
The rest they look down on me
Crying "oh li la la li la
li la la la li lo lili"
All I've found
Is the beauty
Inside
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Hate it or leave it
And my love for you will sympathize
The boys grew older
Into bad smells and prototypes
Rise to vote sir
Could you change me for the better
Hold your flag
Wave your heart
And both will burn together
I drank my last one
I'm more at home
In the fountain of glory
Is where their poor souls go
The kids in sports cars mobile
To another rendezvous
And I can see you're scared
Behind the TV and only you
Could know the coming weather
Oh if anything at all
Kill all your peers
Because it's you who's undeserving
Do not bow
And do not fight
Hold your gaze
And be the wordsmith of the night
I drank my last one
I'm more at home
In the fountain of glory
Is where their poor souls go
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