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Pyrrhic Victory
05:14
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You always moved
as if people were watching you
Always at your best
Oh to be used
Oh to be kept
Failures disguised as success
Failures disguised as success
Success
A chance meeting
A chance of regret
Regret
A show of weakness
A chance to forget
Let me forget
You like only
what I dislike in me
This mess you’re in
to be seen
and heard
In case you trust
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Machine Men
04:51
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500 miles of saline
Sterile, washed clean
Body tread pull in
Memory she
tastes like water
All iron and sugar
Can we help it, make it feel almost real
Short sights, closed minds
Sun bleached
burnt in
Tough hands and
Thin skinned
(Pain in my heart )
We'll mourn a life we never got
I'm here, but I'm not staying
Too good for this world
It's all radio airplanes
Machine men
Machine brains
Can you help it, make it feel almost real
Short sights, closed minds
Sweet speak
Lay in
Soft hands and
Thick skinned
Sick like Fever
Warm as ever
Shiver
Oh no, oh no
I know, I know
Oh, no
Can we help it, make it feel almost real
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4. |
Candor
02:43
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What a difference a day makes
I’m stupid to be scared,
It’s stupid to be scared,
So good to be scared
Show your hand, sure you can
Paid off in a show of hands
It’s time you stopped living
and start worrying,
start worrying,
start worrying
A surplus of money and deficit of taste
Oh it’s just the worst,
just the worst,
just the fucking worst
Did you forget?
Oh, forget it
You don’t get it
Forget me now
don’t forget anything ever
don’t forget anything ever
don’t forget anything ever
don’t forget anything ever
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Strategies for Living
05:28
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There seems to be a way I can’t shake it I’m distracted at best and–
I’m doing the best I can.
There is no why.
Sunday night panic,
Thursday’s a lost cause.
It soothes you, the weight of it all.
We said that we’d return.
Well, clearly, we lied.
Now we’re here lying, wondering why.
A desire to feel no desire,
a reason not found.
Over or under;
the same, after all.
Give me some good news.
Give me it all.
Just a little bit longer,
there is no why.
It soothes you, consumes you.
The crush of it all.
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