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Owe It 2 The Girls
04:00
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i’ve been a silent wheel of my own destruction
what could I expect if i never told them i never told myself
i had the oracle’s faith that if love could have me
you could be the one but the one would know me
you don’t know me at all
it took so long now something’s wrong with me
why does hurting you make me feel good
i wish they knew what you do to me
you always win you’re the perfect one
you always have the last word the hurtful one
you always win even when you’re wrong
i’ll wear the red letter a any price that i pay
couldn’t save the debt to myself you gave me
i owe it to the girls
all of the good memories find an expiration
in the way you talk to me condescension
not worth it at all
it took so long now something’s wrong with me
why does hurting you make me feel good
i wish they knew what you do to me
you always win you’re the perfect one
you always have the last word, the hurtful one
you always win even when you’re wrong
you need ego death not a new girlfriend
you say your mother called me a cliche
now that I’m evil I can say you treat her the same way
why doesn’t hurting you make me feel good
i wish they knew how you spoke to me
you always think you’re the righteous one
you always said I’m the damaged one
you criticize then apologize then you do It again
why does hurting you make me feel good
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2. |
Manrico's Abyss
04:30
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you're living as words, you are serialized again
i'm battling curses on Athenian mountainsides
do you revisit how you said my body could hold your next son?
it's nice to be turning to astrology again
it's nice to be raving in the name of you
and in the name of this life-taking hobby i hate to miss you and i love it too
i'm employed by the dark night of the soul
i have you in my thoughts tonight
hello darkness, now leave me alone
i value my independence instead of taking the postcard stroll
i sing to the window, i play Manrico's role
no promise alive to be counted on again
the agent is sold down river, his wife is gone
but did you mean it when you spoke of this time next year
it's nice to be praying to something that we'll still be here
i'm employed by the dark night of the soul
i have you in my thoughts tonight
hello nightmare, now leave me alone
i think up a conversation and a name for the totalizing kiss
i sing to the window, i swim through Manrico's abyss
i melt on the gravel in a moonbeam with you
we became the sea, it wasn't called the black sea
but at night they all should be
you're far away for a long time again
i know that you're famous don't forget i'm your man
people like us have sisyphean duties to
fall in love everyday
you are my object today and tomorrow
i'm employed by the dark night of the soul
i have you in my thoughts tonight
hello nightmare, now leave me alone
i value your independence just don't come back too late
i sing to the window, i wear Manrico's cape
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3. |
1 800 Capital C
02:50
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capital C the normalcy now
your basic human needs ordain
the pollution of your life under capital C
this message brought to you by the assailant
they don't care for you like we do, that's why we provide
that's how we prevail
why have you not been fulfilled?
have you even tried not to be born in rags?
have you even tried the simulator
have you breathed the cool mist of the mist machine?
we did it all for you
what we want you to do is pick up the phone
and call the number on the screen
we made it all for you
the least you could do is call 1 800 capital C
with an extra C for capital
that's the least you can do
capital C no currency has conditions of the trade
to blame for inflation of the mind under capital C
this message brought to you by your ideal self
you don't even know you could have
anything you want if you'd only try
capital C the currency now
we did it all for you what we want you to do is
pick up the phone and call the number on the screen
we made it all for you
the least you could do is call 1 800 capital C
with an extra C for capital
that's the least you can do
capital C the current C now
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4. |
From The Nun
04:26
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what have you done but make yourself my son?
another poet with a gun
say the words of unity and i know you're not even free
you hit a spot get behind i cannot
so i ask myself and i trouble myself
could i throw a cigarette at your child
knowing that it doesn't have a face to cry
could i throw china like a frisbee
when you don't know which one i mean
master of psycho wing chun
you got it from the nun and you're doing it wrong
i want the news that violence is true
but something that i wouldn't do
i would have my hands removed
if it was for peace of plenty
you have a dream applying not to me
could i throw a cigarette at your child
knowing that it doesn't have a face to cry
could i throw china like a frisbee
when you don't know which one i mean
master of psycho wing chun
you got it from the nun and you're doing it wrong
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handsome people's happy place
in the market provocating
ask me where i touch the plush
private subjects riffing on my bluff
frozen city, hear ye hear ye
don't need to be myself or me
call me rudy
this account has gone deluxe
blushing archive cataloging dust
deactivate and pray
for your old self not to animate
golden sector, lick my nectar
represent me i'm a woman
buy the album for your freedom
frozen city, hear ye hear ye
don't need to be myself or me
as long as you hear this clearly
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6. |
Same One Smile
03:19
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that was a friend i never wanted
and now i see riding along a silver car
she made the cabinet get haunted
a traitor though, no trade enough to make a spark
is that a dust upon the chalice or another seed
to grow a furrow in the brow?
prop it up one corner to another
bottom lip hangs lower
top across the teeth you chatter
ear is to the ground
i'm in a limit and it's a shame
see something breaking and i do the same
same one smile trauma brains
harness the power of the lunar to sympathize
the energy of being wrong
the solitary of apollo, a wooden tooth
have a heaven of their own
same one smile is their home
prop it up one corner to another
bottom lip hangs lower
top across the teeth you chatter
ear is to the ground
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your last supper is my nativity scene
apologies to the diehard
but you’re a fan of misfortune
do you ask the ground the fall away as a symbol of grief
every time someone dies on it?
i said it before, this is my scepter
it fits in my hand, it’s the only thing that makes me feel better
should I give it away? that cannot be a question
can anyone bring me a rose every day?
is that too much to ask?
i folded him up in a funny paper
what he was in half i was half too
what I want to seem to someone
i'm writing the song he would never write
when you put it together neither will you be upright
when calvin cries it makes him look cool
the cosmic joke is never funny enough to be told
would you give it away? that cannot be the punchline
can anyone bring me a rose is that too much to ask?
i’m gonna die someday
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once i tried to be the best
you can't just have the whole world
it's tempting though, and yes
when the gavel strikes my temple
then i want to be the best
it's better if they don't believe in you
then you can show them what you can do
something to relieve the denigrated
can you really wait and hope you will be avenged?
the count of monte critico is writing
all my words for me
in one ear and out the third
a small bird learns the first song
craving the worm, the word
that was chosen to defeat me
makes me need to be the best
it's better if they don't believe in you
then you can show them what you can do
something to relieve the exploitated
can you really wait and hope you will be avenged?
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9. |
Free Luck
02:53
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free luck where the time is fake
permanent records get erased
money grows when it's in a safe
handcuff is a suit of cards
you get jazz from a broken guitar
leave your wallet cuz you own the bar
glory you would have
for if there was not bad feelings you had
free luck, a hygienic soul
any problem is a famous poem
to them living in the thunderdome
bitcoin in the year 09
sold out at the perfect time
if you do it it's not a crime
glory you would have
for if there was not bad feelings you had
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10. |
2 Cents Below 6
03:02
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cross faded people, get a room
un-frightening ending, you only met me
i see you before you see
that i'm seeing you carefully
only pretending rush
did you also just get a royal flush?
destructed colony, bitter sand
i traded a lot to try you
i don't need general love
i don't need to hold you above me
i don't really need you to rush but you can
are you for real with that royal flush?
nature's path encounter's the landfill
dramatic confessions for the birds
and not even them
but i'm feeling so regal and relaxed with my words
fictive kinship, anthurium
i'm only afraid if you don't speak to yourself
show me the sense you don't make
show me how else i can take you
i think i could take you a lot of ways
i like the feeling of the book you read
you're so problematically closer to death
i don't need general love
i don't need to hold you above me
i wouldn't believe it if not for because
i also just got a royal flush
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