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Chuck
02:25
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Grey Duck, Never Goose
02:58
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Wasted, belly up, under the setting sun.
I have stayed frozen waiting for someone just to say "Pass me the fucking blanket."
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Basil Bouquet
02:38
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There are skeletal remains in my trunk that I would like to take into the river and pulverize.
Teeth, meet the roadside. Unidentified. Mark my watery grave with a basil bouquet.
I have not had a single thought on this drive. Untethered through the windshield I hope to fly.
Teeth, meet the roadside. Unidentified. Mark my watery grave with a basil bouquet.
I have become best friends with the mud and muck again.
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You are just a speck of dust, a drop of blood, you are your wants.
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Puck
02:24
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Caged. I hear something. Set free. Good day.
We can go run in the yard. I will race you to the trees. Wherever we go, I'm home.
Chase machines. "Bad Boy." I'm Sorry. Prey in my domain. "Kill. Good Boy." Hooray.
We can go walk in the Park. Oh, would you look at that lake?! Wherever we go, I'm home.
You're god. I love.
"Good Boy."
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Keep Swimmin'
02:26
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I saw the face of god and I slapped him in his shit. Not today old man, I've got more to give. As I reached out and saw his cold hand reaching back I felt that this was the devil himself.
Am I the type of man who would cower behind all my flaws? You're fucking right I am.
I held my head in my hands wondering what I'd done. Who had I cut down? Do I care for my son? Then, I saw his smile and knew just where I was. I am rabbit in my head. I will learn to run.
Am I the type of man who would stand and kill for those he loves? You're fucking right I am.
Congrats, you played yourself.
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Yung Dice
01:58
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On a cold and deafening walk to the liquor store, I find trying to find myself much too difficult.
God damn. If only I could win again, I'd give it all back for the thrill of it.
With my black right hand I give a shake and make hell rain down on this place.
God damn. If only I could win again, I'd give it all back for the thrill of it.
If you do not play yung dice we don't fuck with you or anyone you know.
God damn. If only I could win again, I'd give it all back for the thrill of it.
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As you rake me across the bar floor I get the feeling I'm not wanted here, but that won't keep me from coming back again. You can't stop me. Why the fuck would you want to? Please oh please just let me please you. I am nothing without needing.
You don't even have to love me. I just wanna catch your glow. We can find a quiet place and I will take off all my clothes. You can point and laugh as long as after I can stay with you. Please, just don't leave.
As my blood drips down my shirt, I get the feeling I fucked up again.
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