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i am the picture on the wall you can't wait to straighten
i am the gas cap you can't wait to screw on tight
it's so illogical
but feels so practical
it's so illogical
but it feels so good
i am the DNA your virus has yet to spin
i am the drug-induced coma you've come to be in
and they scratch and scratch
to get underneath your skin
and the more you pound the wall
the more you invite them in
now all the stars have faded...
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bully
03:07
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i always chose the popular girls
with some belief i could change their world
and here you came along to knock me down a few pegs
i was small; i was weak
my high school future looked so bleak
and you just had to push me in front of the class
i don't know why i kept going back
and enduring the embarrassments
i guess i'm just too dumb to understand
you were threatened by my intelligence
my dad told me i had to fight back kids like you
and you were twice my size
what was i to do?
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the december kids
03:02
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December, haunted by the ghosts of trees
Ivory bones with icy fingers reaching
Capillaries in breathless lungs
Gasping in the inky black
Skeleton armies stand to attention
Porcelain soldiers rooted to the spot
Colour-drained and thin-limbed
Pleading for retreat
December, all is fine bone china
Held aloft and set to shatter
Painted with a paupers palette
Tipp-Ex towns united in white
Blanked out by a powder blanket
Frosted, frigid landscapes shudder
Whitewash skimming over inkblots
Forgiving all beneath
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4. |
1997
04:35
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the innocent smiles she wore as a child have been replaced
by difficult scenes reenacted in dreams she thought she'd forgotten
the difference between us is the chemicals that make us hungry for something more
the heartbreak we promised wouldn't come around is sleeping in our bed
something is watching from the window
it knows what you're afraid of
i can feel its breath on my neck
and the laughter echoes through the halls
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I remark that I am sad
for the change of the weather--
“But look how beautiful,”
you object,
and you make a bouquet –
red, yellow, orange,
brittle leaves for me
to protect.
“It won’t last,” is
my thank you.
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7. |
sky
04:22
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8. |
in the lights
01:50
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midnight pours out its song
from your lips
in cool rushes of starlight
and blends with the morning,
your eyelashes become sunbeams
and your heartbeat
lingers, trembling
In the quiet aching,
in the loneliness
of mending,
in the arms
of never-ending love.
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9. |
science is not a belief
05:32
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there's certainly no heaven behind the clouds
there's certainly no heaven behind the sun, oh no...
there's certainly no magic place beneath our feet
it's a cute idea / but archaic to think
'cause here are the people
here the words
here are the empirical facts you can observe
the cherubs, angels, and hymns you heard
were a cute idea
but absolutely absurd
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10. |
dinosaur
08:16
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i watched the sun as it watched me crawl
and this problem is bigger than we'd thought it be
I know God
gave me eyes
but I couldn't care less to see
what this Earth is made of now
I pick the dry skin from my lips
I swallowed every ounce of blood
because heaven is rising up over the mountain
and I'd rather know love than to know any god like yours
Because all my friends
they came and went without a word
I blame myself
for everything
I watched the sun as it watched me fall
I could make no claim to knowing love at all
and heaven is rising up over the mountain
and I'd rather know love than to know any god like yours
all my friends
they came and went without a word
I blame myself
for everything
...I ran so far and got nowhere.
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11. |
little cloud
02:10
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