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Meet me
Meet me
In my own way
Take this
Take this
On that day
Kill me
Spill me
Run away
Last one
Dead sun
Cannot stay
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hold me
Mold me
I’m your clay
trip out
Slip out
Run away
All in
Fall in
It's a play
End times
bloodlines
It’s ok
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2. |
Dead Christina
02:05
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Walking through the door
With the post-shave glow
Cut across the floor
With the boots and blow
Saw her by the sink
With her eyes down low
Offer her a drink
But she couldn’t say no
With a bashful grin
Lead me up the stairs
Giggles mean I’m in
Droppin clumps of hair
Lead me to the bed
Tearing off my coat
Lean into my ear
Rip out my throat
Cuz when I saw her there
I’d follow you anywhere
Dead Christina
You steal my soul
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3. |
Lucid
04:09
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Only in dreams they say
You’ll get away
Out of the rat race
worn in a river of days
Tell me you’ve lost it
Spark like a roach in the hearth
Lying wide open
Secrets that tear you apart
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only in dreams I’ve seen
A split at the seams
A peek at the lightning gears
pushing the ancient machine
Go for a lifetime
but What does that mean
Ask me to forget
wipe this synapse clean
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4. |
H-E-Double Hockey Sticks
04:09
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Come to me
Come to me in silence
A bullet in the brain
To end all the violence
So farewell
I’m sure I'll see you there
Down there, down there
as long as life is fair
If you want me to
I guess that I’ll just meet you there
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
So don’t ask me
If you want me to
I guess ill just see you there
It’s not love
It’s not love
It’s a sickness
Run to me
Run to me in anger
We’re off to meet
The most familiar stranger
So farewell
I’m sure I’ll see you there
Down there, down there
So long as all is fair
If you want me to
I guess that I’ll just meet you there
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
So don’t ask me
If you want me to
I guess I'll just see you there
It’s not love
It’s not love
It’s a sickness
You know that I’ve been wrong before
Don’t you
You know that I’ve been wrong before
Don’t you
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5. |
Sadness Loosens Its Hold
03:39
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We get dressed up
We get fucked up
We all lose track a night or two
And it’s our right to learn just what it’s all about
Its alright to feel alright, we’re sneaking out
We all get sad
Self doubt is most of what we have
We’ll all be ruined in the end
And it’s alright to feel no good when you’re alone
Just sitting singing songs in bed at home
I cannot wait for the sadness to loosen its hold
I’m afraid to grow old
We go on trips
Snap out of it
But we return and fall right back
And it’s alright to be off worse than before
And when I go to bed I’ll miss it even more
We dance alone
Inside our homes
We wish that anyone could see
And it’s alright to want to hold them here tonight
And it’s alright to pick out friends that always bite
I cannot wait for the sadness to loosen its hold
I’m afraid to grow old
Cuz Sarah’s in the bathroom
And you’re lying on the bed
And you’re waiting for a sight to tell you you should leave instead
But you wait for her to come back
And you smile like a dog,
You feel thinner than the morning fog
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