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2018
02:25
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Now that I know
My tendencies
I will not push
Away from these
I'll let them flow
Where the please
I will not fight
My tendencies
This is the year
This is the year
Crystal clear
Crystal clear
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2. |
Persistence
02:55
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How long will your memories last?
How long will your memories last?
How long 'fore the present is past?
How long will your memories last?
How many years before you've forgotten my name?
How many years before you've forgotten?
Will you still remember my face?
What will your memories be of this place?
How long will your memories last?
How long will your memories last?
How long 'fore the present is past?
How long will your memories last?
How long?
How long?
How long?
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I just don't want to be erased.
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4. |
A Slow Descent
01:48
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5. |
Senile
06:15
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Haven't you heard
The colorful bird
Singing its song
Trying to disturb me?
Oh, they were wrong
To sing your favorite song
So out of key
You might not recognize
Although I may seem
Overtime rearranged
No telling
What the future will do
Smoke and talking until
They will drink my body dry
Don't care that much
Crashing through the brush
Leaving a trail
Eating the wild carrots
You call those words
You'll talk and you'll talk
Each day without fail
Until I get itchy
And I do hope that
You might know the way home
I confess
I forgot the matches
It'll pain you to know
I hope this won't spoil your attitude
It's not how I meant to end
Will you come and find me
When I've been forgotten?
Will you come and find me
When I'm fallen and rotten?
Will you deal the cards right?
Whisper out of the darkness?
Will you play the cards right?
And claim all of my property?
Will you come crawling
Stumbling through the poison oak?
Will I come to breathe the smoke
That hurls me down the salty slope?
Will you come and find me
When I've got no pennies?
Not even two for my eyes
I lay in wait for sacred skies
Like the ground below you
Where you found the hidden oak
Passing glimpses fail you
Will you find the whole truth?
'Cause it's not going to be what you want it to be
No, It's not going to be what you want it to be
No, It's not going to be what you want it to be
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6. |
Stumbling
03:17
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I can't help myself, I can't help myself
These things pass in time, you'll see your mind will tell
Always running but you know you have a choice
To plant these seeds underneath the sunshine
Night will fall, you'll have to rely on what you feel
There's no moonlight out tonight, you'll stumble
Along and step over rocks you'll never see
And all along you were so strong and now you've reached the sea
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Before I was born there was only a black spot
Before I was born there was nothing else
But shadow all around me, waiting patiently
To be squeezed out of my mother, with these people with plastic gloves in the room
And they stuck me with a needle and they cut the cord that held the connection
Oh, nothing was before that, any moment, I swear
When I die will there be nothing just like before I came?
When I die will there be nothing just like when I was waiting to be born?
When I die will I go back to that very same place again?
When I die will I go back to that very same place again?
All the warm fuzz, black and velvet, held suspended in nowhere
When I die will I go back to that place?
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