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I know that you wont (low) love me no more.
To who am I admitting? Forsaken and foreseen?
To who's face was I spitting? A face cannot be seen.
To who was I screaming, "I know that you wont love me no more"?
Love me no more. Low Low Low Low Low Low.
Heaven was screaming, so Hell did the same.
To those who thought that they were dreaming; the clouds rolled away.
So people started thinking, "I know that you wont love me no more".
A synagogue: a portal to the instantly insane.
The past-tense of immortal. Who's mouse traps look the same?
I'm digging a wormhole. Cuz I know that you wont love me no more.
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Bibacious Boys
03:40
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Tell me I'm sick
I know, I'm already a ghost
Am I the creep who cracked the tabernacle and horrified the host?
Face-A-Thon, my face is gone in this hole
Make some noise, you bibacious boys
It gets old
Wanna see what it looks like inside my head, oh?
Wanna see what it looks like inside my head, oh?
Wanna see the inside of my head, oh?
No!
Faucet faces fill up their vases of soul, where the flowers go
The Man Who Put the World to Shame says:
"Give me all your money and I'll tell you your name"
Space-A-Thon, The race is one to get old
This seems wrong, this marathon grows mold
Wanna see what it looks like inside my head, oh?
Wanna see what it looks like inside my head, oh?
Wanna see the inside of my head, oh?
Here is goes:
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All Over It.
02:52
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I finally know what I want
I finally know what I got
Its got you written all over it
Its got you written all over it
I think that we found our slot
I'll go puke in the popcorn pot
Complain about my other band: "Big Balloon"
It might pop, It might pop if I don't fix it soon...oh no
I think my folks would be proud
to see the groves that we've plowed
My Dad said "just imagine all the mountains to be built from you hands"
My Mom's filtered understanding made me understand it all
We'll build a monument with what we got
If it's illegal, then we'll never get caught
I hear Mikey in the kitchen, got the law on our side
Sleep walk, play with knives, we're fucking terrified
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Jesus, why did you leave us?
You were...you were a saint
Mary...Mother Mary, why so scary? Why so Scary?
You were...you were a saint
Of what hill? Babylon.
Of what skill do you dabble on?
you were...you were a saint
Well, Jesus comes and Jesus goes.
I cannot hold my breath any longer.
He can spit in goblets, pits...
We lick our plates clean, love our neighbors.
In the land of the free and the home of the brave...I know....I know
Jesus, why did you leave us?
You know, I thought you were...I really thought you were a saint.
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People like you and me were born to be a partner-party-team
We're afforded everything but time in life to keep it clean
And its three below and webelos are in the snow, getting cold
If you're among those webelos, I promise you, I'll keep my oath
I'll be your summer, girl
And though we feel alone; our hemoglobin keeps us going - blood is flowing...
Transporting foreign gas we've stolen
To respirate our human form
And I don't believe in silly things: souls stacked behind christmas trees
I wont give my heart to made-up saints
But I believe in spring.
And I'll be your summer, girl
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Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
Her hands were all callused and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I thought of angels as I saw her there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
Bless her old heart, do you think she'd complain
Though life has been bitter she'd live it again
And carry that cross that is more than her share
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart
Just some small remembrance on somebody's part
A letter would brighten her empty life there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
I know some youngsters in an orphans' home
Who'd think they owned heaven if she was their own
They'd never be willing to let her sit there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
I look at her and I think "What a shame"
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same
And I think of angels as I see her there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
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Just Blue Eyes
04:12
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All my life I was wrong
for fixing up the monkey cage
Found out my telephone
wasn't broken, I was just under-age
Now I feel the fire under my bones telling me:
"No, don't lose your heath.
you're keeping yourself official"
oh no, no
I keep to myself, keep my own initials
Well, I'm happy to see you being very Jesus-like
Well, you know me; my body can take a hike
I just want you to know
I have no soul, just blue eyes
We can start the same
like you're rolling backwards
Take apart the plane
like you're rolling backwards
Display it in a frame
like you're rolling backwards
Burn it in a flame
Like your role
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