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Skip Tongue
03:07
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Some songs fill my vision, some lyrics are wrong. If I stay still, it's only cuz I'm undone. You sing the same song and you sing the next one, stuttering syllables with your skip tongue.
I know you like to keep secrets, you want to move me to reveal it but some smells are surprises you can never share and they'll get stiff inside your hair. Some trains you can't trust enough to adhere, it's a risk to take solace there.
My mode's a mechanism, it's built up to the ceiling. Some songs fuel my vision and some lyrics dull them. Are you viable or condemnable? Dig up the cost, dust off your itches. I'm ripping into it, I'm skimming over it, I'm testing new approaches.
I know you like to keep secrets, you want to move me to reveal it but some girls are sisters and some slumber on the stairs, slipping down the rail unprepared. Body like a bird and model uncertain, you see stitches when the light is fair. Some girls are detached and fumble in the sway, comfort is a ghost to play. Parties are unheard and bodies are curtains, you see stitches when the light hits a certain way.
I know how you pay for it. Reach inside your front pocket. Open up the wallet fold. Count the cost, hand it over, say "Sold."
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Call It Quits
03:11
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what should i say?
how's fair your way?
if friends gonna be there for you
i get you man, but i don't get them
i don't really care what you do
but if you stop me that's different
i'm familiar with the solution
i'm unaware of a problem
what should i say?
how's fair your way?
i won't call it quits and i won't go quietly
you make me walk away like i could never change
you can't cut it clean and just let the past be
instead we're like twin and tang, baby
i'm bothered by the mention
i dither to be an exception
what should i say?
how's fair your way?
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Two Cardinals
06:42
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oh little girl do you know your lungs?
breathing is inside and inside the pink of gum
and ribs dancing in handshakes
purple wiccans swarm the plains
hippocratic entwined white snakes
do you know how surgery's done?
I awoke the only way that you know how
oh my friend I stood up and walking slow
saw two cardinals in canadian thistle
if I had a picture, it would have been a blur
oh your window do you know its view?
watching is from inside and to light, outside I see
cotton in the sky stretched far further than I believe
canyons beyond my numbskull,
dull blades of grass and boredom
it's often said young ones know none
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Unlucky
02:55
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i'm unlucky. don't give me nothin
one hand in my pocket. it's alright
the others a marquee. spillin a ouija
tonight's show is free. i'll be alright
i guess if i'm explaining, then that's the worst part
so don't go campaigning if you let me break your heart
my charm is a song and i don't wish you harm
but its tough, sometimes your flow just disrupts
and you can't wish enough to undo what got fucked
i'm no mystery, feel free to mistreat me
you ain't finna know me, i take it easy
it's unseemly, they don't even see me
features indicate a distant intimacy
i'm unlucky. a finicky locksmith
i'd go dry for a night of foresight
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