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Bone Truck
04:24
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Luck, like pennies on the ground
what is this I've found
tonight?
eyes copper shades of brown
staring me back down
and I shrink
I need you here so bad
Bones like putty in your hands
mold me to fit your plans
I adore you
caged and waiting to come out
yearning for your mouth to consume me
Suck me into your soul
Lust like embers in my chest
like cardiac arrest
stupifying
caged and waiting to come out
yearning for your mouth
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2. |
Slip Away
04:26
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Taken aback to a state of shock and awe
Staying detached, nothing really hurts at all
Are you here now or am I just hearing your voice?
Calling, bawling, falling in and out of fits of joy
But I still think I know my name
The face reflected still looks like fucking same
Is running just part of the game?
Give me a head start to I can slip away
Reflex, shrink back into my home behind the wall
Pull back and snap and give up much more than I am
Are you gone now?
And were you ever really here?
What has been lost will soon start to make itself clear
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Tonight I'm still losing the fight
But I won't let the light burn out
Inside. Floating on the ice
What gives them the right to swim?
I know it's too late to go home
Walking on my own through the rain
I will wait for you outside
Nowhere left to hide but in sight
I know it's too late to go home
Walking on my own through the rain
And I choke on the lump inside my throat
Walking on my own through the rain
Tonight, floating on the ice
I slipped and broke my spine
Again
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The world got cold when the sun went away
Left in the dead of a November day
Leaves will all fall and now time for me
Blowing and spinning and free
The face on the walls and the dead silent air
I've screamed myself blue and I pulled out my hair
Nowhere to go and nowhere to be
My mind, my body, and me
And I don't wanna live but I don't wanna die
The whole of the truth or just part of a lie
I'm sick to my stomach at the thought that I'm
Just watching my days go by
A bottle of wine and a stain in my head
My hand in my pants and a friend in my bed
I want for nothing and nothing wants me
Blowing and spinning and free
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Speaking in Tongues
03:21
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Speaking in tongues
Lips, teeth, and gums
Fingers all searching but always in vain
And I don't even know your real name
Fuel on the fire
I'm getting higher
Been a long time and I'm trying to get burned
Wings turn to ashes and fall back to earth
I'm spinning in circles again
Getting dizzier, dizzier
My fingers stuck to the sweat on your skin
Whole and inseperable
Out on my own
And I'm coming back home
Holding your breath
Inside my chest
Pulsing and pumping, community lung
Empty, deflated when all's said and done
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