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You Were, I Was
03:46
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Did you know that I was, so you were? You were, 'cause I was.
Did you know that I was, 'cause you were? You were, so I was.
Did you know that I was, 'cause you were? You were, 'cause I was.
Did you know that I was, so you were? You were 'cause I was.
Did you know that I was, 'cause you were? You were, so I was.
Did you know that I was, so you were? You were 'cause I was.
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Insides
03:21
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I thought I'd like to know what I really thought on the inside.
Hoping for the best, with luck, I thought I'd take a look on the inside.
But when I finally can focus on intimate desires from darkest corners,
"bury me where I lay," I'm screaming, seeing grizzly, black images of my insides.
If you want to go deep, you gotta take big breaths before you leave.
And if you find peace, please pass the secret on to me.
I don't want to have to focus on my internal dialogue, so if you be the cemetery, I can be the guy you married young, a long time ago. I wish I knew it's what you/I want.
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A Perfect Man
04:51
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The perfect man says anything he feels like, and when he wants to.
Then people clap, and women, they say "he seems like he's doing good."
A perfect man, though he is rare, finds himself in peace at home.
And driving back to work in morning, his glasses grasping at sloping nose bone.
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Had Enough
03:31
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He had had enough. He finally felt nice, yeah, but only when he's drunk... and we could tell he was.
Smoking as he walked, yeah, but only when he drinks liquor does he want to feel ashes on his feet.
And choking back kind words to himself feels worse, so breathing deep a couple times, the smoke inside, it feels nice.
When did my vision become so singular? At one point it wasn't, should I try to fight it?
Why does my conscious prevent truthful content? If context related, should I try to write it?
Did you see jesus in the burnt white bread, like drunk driving visions of smeared lights & a warm bed?
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Sweet Sweater
03:15
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Rolled up outside a little early, you wondered why for all this chill you had, you weren't cold. It felt deeper down that usual.
I wish you'd tell me what you thought that felt like, when you saw something outside of here.
"Come inside," I said to you, as you walked into my kitchen shivering.
I turned the heater up to ten, you made me tea, I made the bed as best I could, considering the lights were off. I decided I should take the couch.
Figures falling loudly, laughing about pain. Chemically speaking, I've learned it's all the same. The way stole my sweater told me telling things, unless I mistook future thoughts for ignorance.
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