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Know That Much
02:52
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You're too damn close
To thinking that you're through
We know that much
That's what age taught us to do
Don't we feel tired
Rip your pants up if you decide to
Join us on the lawn
A mustard stain requires cold water too
I'd live in the city if you want me to
I'd live in the country if you want me to
I'll go to the beach if you want me to
I'll go to the farm if you want me to
I'll pull it out if you want me to
I'll be part of this scam if you want me to
I'll get naked again if you want me to
Don't live like youth
You forgot that you had ever wanted to
I'm coming down again
Just when my best discovered it can
Announce that i knew
People try to get me through life
I suggest a good sized bed
Now this is something i wish i hadn't said
I'll kick you out if you want me to
Never leave you again if you want me to
I'll put off plans if you want me to
I'll fuck it up again if you want me to
I'd leave this head here if you want me to
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2. |
Passage
02:56
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He stumbled in and said
"It's not so easy"
But then I regret telling you off
The television said
Reports don't worry
I'll forget it
And you won't see me at all
Live to tell it's
It's been so easy
Livers and mold and gold
Is your intent bent and needy
Low projection builds me on and on and on
You don't know me at all
You're death is proof this I know
Bruises bruises make me old
I like what you said below
Is this your plan
Nonetheless I will the good
That you learned here
I'll forget nothing we said about nonsense
It's not going to happen, no
Passage now
Forget
Your kid don't know how
Passage now
Look good when you're figured out
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Split Tongue
02:56
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This is from the end
I'll stroll with you
You're firing demons
I'd say we're through
We formed a bridge
To the edge of the earth, oh no
You're far enough
You're far enough
I'll tell the heads
To start speaking the truth
I'll tell the heads
To tell me and you
Where's the postcard now
What's taking so long
You're not in hell
Or safe
Ten million
Or take 40,000 yeah
You're launching me
And you're gloating well
To tell the tales of the sentient
This space is delusional
I'll fall off the edge
It's all sticks and glue
Split my raped tongue
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