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In My Dreams
03:27
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And I need a place for my thoughts
When I can't admit, I'm wrong
Maybe we can lie together
and I'll pretend that I belong
In my dreams, you're missing
The I.D band's still on, your wrist
your wrist
your wrist
And I'm learning how to self hate
While I'm starving, all the time
I'll never be the perfect image
The one I have inside my mind
In my dreams you're missing
The I.D band's still on, your wrist
your wrist
your wrist
@%$#!%^&*
@%$#!%^&*
In my dreams you're missing
The I.D band's still on, your wrist
your wrist
your wrist
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Shadow Know Your Place
04:41
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Draining our blood, alone
Oh but aren't tears such good material
Suffering that you borrow
I know you're ashamed
Of your easy life
Cast us on the wall
To leave it behind
Shadow,
Cheapening life every time
Whisper it's all just a lie
While your finger's pushed in my eye
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
Why would you take my place?
You were so self absorbed
Holding her heart like some chore
Beating under the floorboards
Write it up
And she's strangles by your pen
In another world, in another life
She doesn't live in someone else's
Shadow,
Cheapening life every time
Whisper it's all just a lie
While your finger's pushed in my eye
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
How could you take my place?
Shadow,
Thinking it over with you,
Questioning all that I do
Cover me from the truth
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
Why did you take my place?
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Holy Ghost
03:55
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Escaping from what you’ve done
And what you did to yourself
If all ends well
Well I won’t be sure
With your hand on my hand
And the gun in your mouth
And the whispers that you hear
And the blasphemy that you shout
Collecting religions
So that you can feel god
Is as nice and loving as your facade
There’s always glass in the living room
With your hand on my hand
And the gun in your mouth
And the whispers that you hear
And the blasphemy that you shout
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Visiting Hours
04:11
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Everything I do is alright,
But it don’t feel like me, most of the time.
Spend my days, waiting for you,
To come back home,
To see my bones.
She lays my food around me,
But all of the best treats rot my teeth.
And as they all fall out,
She picks them up,
Puts them in my cup.
Young bones,
Ill will,
I swear she’s poisoning my pills.
Old phone,
Same lines,
Don’t mean to bother you,
I’ll call another time.
You came by while I slept,
But by the time I woke up,
You’d already left.
You must have been tied up.
So I’ll just wait,
For the holidays.
And I’ll hold on,
If I live that long.
Young bones,
Ill will,
I swear she’s poisoning my pills.
Old phone,
Same lines,
Don’t mean to bother you,
I’ll call another time.
Young bones,
How’ve you been?
No don’t worry,
Don’t send me anything.
And, If I ask you,
Will you send me letters by the by?
It’s not a problem,
I’ll call you back at a better time.
And, if I ask you,
Will you send me postcards through the mail?
I still remember,
When you used to write to your old man.
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Inhale fumes to worship you
In a sacred place this living room
Oh my god how could this be?
Another pure celebrity
Your head is hit cracked with a bloody bat
The spirit leaves and never comes back
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it bleed
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it sweet
The candle's lit and now I see
All the dead rotting underneath
how could I be so naive?
To idolize a fantasy
Your head is hit cracked with a bloody bat
The spirit leaves and never comes back
Don't need her warmth
Cause I'm sleeping with my phone on
Smoke and memories
Beside the moment
Don't eavesdrop with...
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it bleed
Tangerine on your lips
You always make it sweet
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Perfume
03:51
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Do I remind you of someone else
You've been trying to forget but you still hold inside yourself?
Your mind's not here
When we kiss
And you can't hide that it's someone else
Iris
Jasmine
Some No. 5
To cover up your old life
May rose
Sauvage
But too much burns your eyes
Like you've been crying for the first time
Well everyone seems so new
In Los Angeles
You were moving from your folks
Hoping that Jesus doesn't live in Los Angeles
Holy spirits, cigarettes
For you to hold inside yourself
You were trying to forget
But they remind you of someone else
Iris
Jasmine
Some No. 5
To cover up his old lies
May rose
Sauvage
But too much burns your eyes
Like you've been crying for the first time
Iris
Jasmine
The nice things make it right
But only for a short time
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Sober with You
04:02
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I just got rid of my body
I think I left it down town
Mangled up between the meadows
Will you still keep me around
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
I found a tunnel to nowhere
I think I’ll stay here all day
Part of my brain couldn’t be here
Now I can’t feel what I say
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
When I’m alone
It wants me breaking
Every promise
Every window pane
When I’m alone the spirit knows
You always call when you want to
I never hear when you say
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
Do the things that you want me to
Sober with you
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Broken
03:10
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I need a break from suicide.
A vessel I can hide behind,
that isn’t haunted.
His breath smelled like formaldehyde.
Corrosion,
(on the inside)
Marching its way through his veins.
Hide away the precious the little things,
we’ve broken them again.
The precious little time,
That we both have left.
The rats were eating him,
When I just gave in,
The feeble little mind,
That I’ve been left with.
Trying to tell him,
But never in time.
It’s broken.
You couldn’t help him.
The cracks on your face.
It’s broken again.
Flag’s always at half mast.
Now the whole team’s drunk at last.
I bought some disposable plates.
Skin burns when I wash my face.
Hide away the precious the little things,
we’ve broken them again.
The precious little time,
That we both have left.
The rats were eating him,
When I just gave in,
The feeble little mind,
That I’ve been left with.
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Westphalia
03:34
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Mutilation my dear,
Is nothing to fear,
Cause life’s just a game for us.
Leave me falling asleep in the passenger seat,
Outside the gates of,
Westphalia.
I always feel so confused,
Cause you never seem to owe anyone, anything,
Even when you lose.
In Westphalia,
You always look so annoyed,
Cause we never seem to meet anyone, anywhere,
Who can’t make you bored.
You wasted your dreams on a photograph,
But every songbird died falling through the glass.
Crashing so hard their wings had to break,
Now your tolerance is so high for everything you take.
In Westphalia,
You always act like you win.
Cause you never need to meet anyone, in their mind,
Or behind their skin.
In Westphalia,
You never have been accused,
But we never seem to meet anyone, anywhere,
Who you haven’t used.
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Paranoia Void
02:37
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Hey what are you doing here
I’ve closed my eyes
To cover up the life
I’ll take tonight
But I don’t really care
That this machine
Will wipe you off the earth
And leave me here
In the flesh
We’ll caress
When the metal
On the passenger seat
Goes through your chest
Hey I’ve done this all before
But this time
There’s so much broken glass
On the dashboard
But I don’t really care
That this machine
Will wipe you off the earth
And leave me here
In the flesh
We’ll caress
When the metal
On the passenger seat
Goes through your chest
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Kerosene
05:32
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Kerosene
Burn for me
Saturated in the dark
In your arms is where I’ll be
The life fades from your eyes
If we do things right
We’ll still die tonight
All alone
Good for nothing
Good for nothing
Good for nothing
Good
Holdings hands as lovers do
Eaters of flesh and waste
Left upon a pedestal
Your selfless incarcerate
If we do things right
We’ll still die tonight
All alone
Good for nothing
Good for nothing
Good for nothing
Good
If we do things right
We’ll still die tonight
All alone
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