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Bowerbird
02:42
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There is a man giving me the finger
Tantalising, below some dark robes
Electric powered mobile throne
(I'm not into it)
Where can I place? Where to bestow?
If it's numbered and mint it's coming home
I'd tell you if I was addicted but I'd first have to admit
Great decision...
Propositions
This all feels weird
It's not the time to be queuing up and lining
Baskets and baskets online
The pots more or less dried
You are my prize and joy
You, you, you are..
It's all a lie
Those things you've heard
Those things you've heard
Those things you've
Those things you've
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2. |
17
07:19
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I was only 17
When you left me here
Nothings changed but our age
Wounds, whiter now
Can you feel it?
I can feel it
Circumstance would dictate this
Friend or foe in a new skin?
Can you feel it?
I can feel it
Hurt me?
Hurt me?
I laugh
I laugh
Hurt me?
You wanna hurt me?
I laugh
I laugh
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3. |
I wish you were dead
03:48
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What's it like to hold you?
I only wish that I knew
(everything. Now. Before.)
Can't cling on to virtues
Can I bypass? Could I move
(all my thoughts? All my flaws?)
Is it fear?
Am I drawn to you?
Sincerely anon?
If true, will sheer dumb luck see me through?
Can't take it much more
Experience near will prove how a mogul can be made minute
I'd pray, but honestly, I don't feel any shame
I wish you were dead
No rest assured
Silence
And then, we'll be restored
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
If I'm free, then why am I bound to these inevitable shackles
(I can't break? Can't escape)
I want to make you feel like you're worthless
Feel like you're worthless
If just for a moment
I want to make you feel like you're worthless
Feel like you're worthless!
I wish you were dead
No rest assured
Silence
And then, we'll be restored
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
I wish you were...
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4. |
Misanthrope's Vessel
04:07
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I'd like to live
I'd like to try
And fight for someone I believe
Sounds nice
Sun kissed
Bullet tongued
And all the rest at once
Just once
I wanna see the rise
But there's no reason why...
Whether end up there or here
Just to be the meagre man
Sure enough, it's apathy
Feel, be moved
Love to cry
Instead of crying for those I loved inside
Prisoner
In my own home
It's all I've ever known
Whether end up there or here
Just to be the meagre man
Sure enough, it's apathy
It's all one big quirk in its own way
I see that now
It's all one big quirk in its own way
I see that now
Just to be the meagre man
Sure enough, it's apathy
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