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See My Life
03:07
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Things that used to keep my interest
At four in the morning won’t
Thrill me anymore,
And I’m not really sure
Why that is.
See my life through my eyes: foam that trails the tide.
Maybe I’ll trade common sense for providence,
Let clichés guide me, and the doubt inside me
Will melt away.
See my life through my eyes: foam that trails the tide.
Inside outside, outside inside.
Wear my nice shoes, at least I tried.
I don’t remember how to make a picture
Of a future
I had conjured,
But I remember what it is
To carry myself through.
See my life through my eyes: foam that trails the tide.
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Talk to Me
02:53
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I tried to hold your hand
And you put it in your pocket.
Looked you in the eye
And you looked at the carpet.
I try to understand how you're feeling,
Are you feeling nothing?
Can't you see how much I love you?
How can I know you if you won't talk to me?
You wish I weren't there
When you see me in the morning.
Say the wrong thing
And there's a crisis dawning.
Anger's in the air,
Someone tell me where it comes from.
Can't you see how much I love you?
How can I know you if you won't talk to me?
What do you have if you don't have family?
If I could read your mind,
Would I flinch at what I'd there?
Echoes of me
Yelling somewhere.
If my regrets can't find
A little purchase somewhere within you.
You can't see how much I love you.
How can I know you if you won't talk to me?
What do you have if you don't have family?
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Die Laughing
02:20
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People hear a voice like their own and they think it's the truth.
Tell a ridiculous tale, they won't know it's a spoof.
Dude heard about Pizzagate and put a bullet in somebody's parmesan.
That's when they figured out they could perpetrate an even bigger con.
Watch 'em light pussy candles and eat horse goop
And you laugh till you're out of breath.
My concern as regards this bullpoop is that we're
Entertaining ourselves to death.
You think it's "funny ha ha," I think it's funny "weird,"
I think it's wrong, the joke's gone on too long like ZZ Top beard.
We are the entertainment and are watching ourselves 24/7,
No rest,
And we'll die laughing in a Barcalounger
Just like in Infinite Jest.
It's no laughing matter.
Not so "funny ha ha."
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Mercy
03:04
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When I'm feeling this stuck, thank god I got a microphone
'Cause I've been sitting all alone
Going nowhere like a mobile home.
Adversity hitting like a cannonball
All attempts to move forward fail, I just trip and fall.
You wonder if everyone's cracking, is it just me?
Crashing cars, quitting jobs, ODs, I can see
People hitting the end their rope
With no hope
And you don't even know
Where it's safe for you to go.
Mercy mercy mercy.
When you feel it's gonna get worse, remember:
Every chorus needs a next verse.
Sometimes adversity comes and we're not prepared.
Got no plan, we get scared
And start making excuses.
Clutching grievances regarding various frauds and abuses,
Losing perspective, confound a tragedy with a nuisance.
How can you distinguish when you're flooded with bad news?
Out in the world, in your home, it's all blues.
I could find a way through it if I had time to think,
But I don't and my thoughts dissipate like disappearing ink.
Mercy mercy mercy.
I feel like I'm climbing a ladder with no rungs.
How can I hear the truth when so many people are speaking in tongues?
Need to find some time but there's no time to find.
I got so little left.
The hands on the clock are spinning like a top.
Let me catch my breath, let me catch my breath.
Billionaires kick the earth in the balls and ride a dick to space.
Racist governors make teachers lie about the white race.
Authoritarians talk about freedom with a straight face.
How do I keep a smile on my face and still clean up the place?
See that "Be Kind" sign, it's fine, but it's not enough.
Deselect my electors and I might "be kind" of rough
On your noggin,
Send you down a hill of suffering on a misery toboggan.
And another thing.
You're not gonna live in my head rent-free.
I need to make space to simply be.
It's not as easy as pie or like Sunday morning,
Every optimistic thought encounters a warning.
How do I think of the future but not sit there and dwell on it?
How do I share a piece of my soul but not get to selling it?
Promise me a bit of mercy at the end of the line
And I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll diguhmadiguhmadiguhmadiguhma
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Cockamamie Cat
00:52
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Ghosts
02:37
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You showed it to me.
Now you know:
You know how it feels.
Now you know how it feels.
Now I know I am real.
To each other, we are ghosts
Who've planted a seed.
A seed within each other,
Now we need time to grow.
We are a harvest of love,
Waiting to be
Reaped,
So we must lean
Toward the sun.
Gather light to
Replace the ghosts
With what we've sown.
Replace the ghosts
With what we've sown.
We are ghosts, alone.
We are ghosts alone.
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Tears Wellin' Up
00:52
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You're Gonna Need Me
05:33
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Hardly Core
01:00
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How Low Can You Go
02:42
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