1. |
The Other Way
04:31
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2. |
Watch My Fingers Bleed
01:02
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Watch my fingers bleed
Watch my fingers bleed
Watch my fingers bleed
Watch my fingers bleed
Watch my fingers bleed
Watch my fingers bleed
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3. |
Walk On By
03:01
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4. |
A Real Short Ending
04:05
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A real short ending stretched along the Cuban supreme
Aware of how it became the only reliable stream
The bumble's up and I haven't had anything else to drink
A lie's been told by a man that doesn't look like a fink
The leasing few under fire for not competing
A chance to think of another for once in your whole life
Just think...
You could've had them
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5. |
For The State
02:21
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[ Unknown ]
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6. |
Shortly
05:06
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When I'm home
I can barely see my own;
one tone
If I was 'Young Tom'
Where have you all come from?
White-hat sees you come.
I've turned out the key
You saw what I can see
Tell my kid for me
Do you wanna know who I'm with?
I'm with a lot of mits
Now I'm calling up Trudy too
I wanna work towards Hell and I...
I wish I was okay
I wanna work to my days
I work toward...
You trouble me;
I can't save 'em
I'll waste 'em
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7. |
What You've Been Telling
01:20
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8. |
Not Three But Four
01:52
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9. |
My Only Crime
02:52
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How's this for incentive to work?
Keep your nose down while I lurk
A white surface painted silver and black
For bleeding slow like a big ol' hack
My only crime
Was blurring the lines
Waiting for mine
Show me the sign
No peeking; your friends are here
Shattered spectacle on your ear
Little-sharp makes sounds inward-bound
Love something pretty and cut around
And I salute thee;
the womb from which we came
Left behind
covered in dust
only to find lines across the sky
My only crime
Was blurring the lines
Waiting for mine
Show me the sign
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10. |
Make Me
03:36
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Make me understand your only ways
I have a hundred pieces
Maybe you can take them all away
I leave the nephews and nieces
Championing foolish things today
is all I ever asked for
Hopefully you see the blues and grays
along the finer bastards
Made me the chin strap I am today
Such a frivolous capsule
Only when I hate to choose a name
I need a medium frame (all around this)
Home underneath (won't you)
The lead might need to go inwardly (to choose)
They more when you go away since all they told
They need it all
I heeded the toll
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