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Waxwing
03:13
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I've been wondering, where'd all of the time go
Cuz the ocean is rising to meet
Me the beast, me the boss, me the Bezos
Got a bottle rocket under my sleeve
Does the sting subside with the roses
Sweet osmosis
With the trees
Then I'll cut them down
And ship them 'round
Cuz that money doesn't grow for free
You should know
The moment your eyes close
You'll be alone
It's your first time 'round
And it shows
A trillion reasons
A trillion reasons
I could keep up the lie
I love you baby
You're as hot as it gets
And you might just burn alive
So the man dug it up from the mountain
And used it all to power the rail
And it doubled the size of the fountain
As the corporate fleets set sail
Who am I to upset the agenda
This is centuries of human debris
Reduce, reuse, recite these words
If you've got the money
Then you're coming with me
You should know
The moment your eyes close
You'll be alone
It's your first time 'round
And it shows
A trillion reasons
A trillion reasons
I could keep up the lie
I love you baby
You're as hot as it gets
And you might just burn alive
I wish that I could fly
Too close to the sun
So it could melt my wings
I wish that I could fly
Too close to the sun
So it could melt my wings
I wish that I could fly
Too close to the sun
So it could melt my wings
So I'd feel
I'd feel anything at all
And you can burn me Claire Elise
Claire Elise
Claire Elise, Claire Elise
And you can burn me Claire Elise
Claire Elise
Claire Elise, Claire Elise
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2. |
Platypuseidon
04:21
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The shell lit Charlotte
Mistook for a blood moon
The lights have been down
For three weeks now
And I've been waiting for a sign
But when I fold my hands
The fog is thicker still
So maybe the signal
Would not enter
But inters at will
The monkey's eight
Platypus nine
The waiting only feels like wasted time
And the thing that really gets me
Is that I know I'm right
The land of broken sleep
Apnea, awake
And you concede
You can't afford to dream
Much less stand in front of the tank
Out in your street
Much less buy yourself a seat
The sky sent us a message
We can finally read
Congratulations
You've ruined the surprise for us all
And if I'm waiting for a sign
Make it a Big Mac
With salted yellow fries
Cuz if I'm gonna die
It might as well be on my own terms
The platypus has skipped the line
Poseidon's face is on the dime
Saying give to me what's rightfully mine
The land of broken sleep
Apnea, awake
And you concede
You can't afford to dream
Much less stand in front of the tank
Out in your street
Much less buy yourself a seat
Looked out my front door
And I can see the fire
All the way from here
Looked out my front door
And I can see the fire
All the way from here
Looked out my front door
And I can see the fire
I can see what's killing you
Ain't killing me
The land of broken sleep
Apnea, awake
And you concede
You can't afford to dream
Much less stand in front of the tank
Out in your street
Much less buy yourself a seat
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3. |
NINE
04:14
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Is there a break in the nine
Three already calmed
Six clinging onto life
The same thing we stole
Deadliest sins of all
Doors we can never close
There's an undertow
Dragging me away
And I haven't seen my family
I haven't seen anyone at all
Lay me down so I can rest
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones if you break my bread
Hallelujah, we're all dead (Amen)
My soul is over the hill
Under the rainbow
But I sure as hell got one
And you know it
Maybe I could tear a tiny hole in time
I could slip back through without
Pulling the trigger
Breaking her skin
Stopping her breath
Raping her kin
Burning them alive again
Alive again
Lay me down so I can rest
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones if you break my bread
Hallelujah, we're all dead (Amen)
My soul is over the hill
Under the rainbow
But I sure as hell got one
And you know it
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones if you break my bread
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones
Lay me down so I can rest
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones if you break my bread
Hallelujah, we're all dead (Amen)
My soul is over the hill
Under the rainbow
But I sure as hell got one
And you know it
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones if you break my bread
Hallelujah, they said
Break my bones
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It was never taught to me
I learned it on TV
And when they slurred the doublethink
Si plumeux je suis
It seemed the bigger the screen
The brighter the blood would be
It's cherry red, dead
Cue the scene
You say I
I don't believe in it
Let it burn
Let it burn
And walk away
(S'éloigner, s'éloigner, s'éloigner)
It's just a lie
And I
I see through it
Let it burn
Let it burn
And you get paid
(Compensé, compensé, compensé)
Le tireur est assis seul
Son cerveau est frit
La télévision soupire
Et cede avec un cri
Tu lás appris á la télé, télé, télé
Qu as tu appris, dis moi, dis moi, dis moi
Tu lás appris á la télé, télé, télé
Qu as tu appris, dis moi, dis moi, dis moi
The ticket's in your hands
There's blood on your hands
The script is in your hands
There's blood on your hands
The image in their head
So what's in, so what's in their heads
You say I
I don't believe in it
Let it burn
Let it burn
And walk away
(S'éloigner, s'éloigner, s'éloigner)
It's just a lie
And I
I see through it
Let it burn
Let it burn
And you get paid
(Compensé, compensé, compensé)
The ticket's in your hands
There's blood on your hands
The script is in your hands
There's blood on your hands
The image in their head
So what's in their heads
Desensitization in our heads
So what's in our heads
The ticket's in your hands
The ticket's in your name
The ticket's in your hands
The ticket's in your name
Desensitization in our heads
So what's in our, what's in our
What's in our, what's in our
What's in our heads
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
There's blood on your hands
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5. |
Gouda Bear
03:50
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I bought a dogma
It's called a saltwater pod
And my friends are in stocks and bonds
They will grow in the right hands
And I'm feeling low
I'm feeling low
I'm feeling low
I'm feeling
I don't need love
I got the miracle drug
And the friends that I've made
Ain't coming down
And the amends that I've made
Ain't coming 'round
Now
Now
And I'm feeling low, low
I'm feeling low, low
I'm feeling low, low
Low, low
One by one and two by two
We will meet the maker
Fill my horses up with glue
Great negotiator
Fill my den with 40 thieves
Own me again
Own me again
I'm feeling low, low
I'm feeling low, low
I'm feeling low, low
I'm feeling
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