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Gone Again
03:31
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Beauty.
Head is throbbing, my head is throbbing. What'd we sup on?Tabs were running high, but tonight is calling out to me.
You prey on me: a sure damn thing. That's all he can see.
Hurry up, please. Hurry up, thirsting.
Sorry eyes, please no, starry nights ease.
Not a place gleams "we are open for business." Winds from the bay comb through all my distress. I won't get much closer to you.
Oh, Jim and Jame and Jack you ain't the ones for me.
Oh, Jim and Jame and Jack you ain't the ones.
Fingernail-less tips, I've nothing to scratch with. He poured the bourbon all over his chest. I can't stand or move.
You're gone again, out of the frame. You're gone, you're gone from me. You're gone again, gone again.
Hurry up, please. Hurry up, thirsting.
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Sherry Snifter
02:54
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I fell under the rug, and I'm reminded Aquarius-Pisces
Then they all went out of town, but still we faked it. I'm so impatient.
Four days came and went. Now it's three weeks of fortune in its stead. My worry lasted now it's moved to Toulouse.
The past has been revised. I cook and shake with all my means.
Tobacco sage swirling in the Afterglow. I trained my head, but it was hard to do.
And gallons of water are saved and flood my slumber.
Slumber. Slumber.
I came in and saw me sinning with your kin.
Maybe I should sit you down and pour you a glass of sherry.
Your manner rising above the clamour of a thick dark shroud. My insides swirl and cleanse. Inebriated astral sense.
But what are you doing now?
You're inflicting pain. Inflicting pain. Inflicting pain on my old wounds. Inflicting pain on my old...
And an eraser works fine but you're writing again.
They all agree you owe a dime or ten.
You're not open to the higher life.
Just don't invite me out so late at night. I'm disappointed and I know why.
I'm craving our lush nights. I won't be fooled though, because there's no love within it.
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Spiel
03:14
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In a room dripping with color and things too dark to see,
Hitting my chest like the drop of all attention without trying to impress me,
You're the silent artist in the corner playing.
People talk right in my ear, but you're the only one I see.
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is staying close to you, now I can't do a thing but...
In this kaleidoscopic box filled with dripping beads, bodies lean, Stretching to be close to other feet, leaping dancing tripping over me.
But I stay fixated on you, while agitated sipping sends them into blankness.
I can feel when you play now the only thing I think of is:
I love when you look up at me and I really don't get what's wrong with them.
It's like another realm, his music moves me.
Does he care that I groove to it?
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now nothing else could make me do this:
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Versions of Love
03:43
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This time it's over and done, and of course I'm nowhere I thought I be.
I can't help living in and out of love. Which version of love should I keep?
I don't want your fuzzy logic. I struggle without it. Won't you explain?
Don't you know I don't belong, I'm always wrong. Don't explain.
I don't want to wonder if it'll last, gone in a flash, don't forget me.
This time it's over and done and of course undoubtedly will repeat.
The light is green and you've got somewhere to be.
I can't help where I live, I can't help what I am.
Which version of love should I be?
Be without a trace. Lead without a face.
It's angular, askew, it isn't going any place.
No. No. No.
It hasn't any evidence of getting acquainted with you or any life. It's crawling out from a painting.
Lead without a face.
Following the pretty leader, what about the lonely leader?
And I know I don't belong. Always wrong. Which one's me?
So pretty, so kill me.
If I help, you'll help me?
This time it's over and done, and of course I'm nowhere I thought I'd be.
I can't help where I live or what I am.
If I help, you'll help me?
This time it's over and done, and of course, if I help, you'll help me.
The light is green and you've got somewhere to be.
I can't help where I live or what I am.
If I help, you'll help me?
You'll help me? I'll help you too.
You'll help me? But are we doomed?
Yeah.
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No one knows what they need. You do though, waterfall figure.
Some wise adolescent breed. The colors of your shoes change with every step you take. Miracles happen in wake.
He looks so sure in a special way, even when he goes to the dancing place. I see him dance, the old worldly mind. He doesn't need anyone to show.
This young man. Pay attention. You could learn something.
The young man you think you're speaking with has set out to be everything he can. You'll discover he's a waterfall figure. Positive thinker.
Gusts of anger rarely cloud the framework passions in check with his actions.
When he stubs his toe he laughs. I never thought he did exist so young. You better not let him out of your sight.
Falah.
One day they'll learn and won't deny your energy. Theyll alter to you. That boy is deep as the falls.
This old man. Pay attention. Yeah.
The old man you think you're speaking with has set out to be everything he can. You'll discover he's a waterfall figure. Positive thinker.
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