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Cherish
01:38
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I crossed dimensions to be here
Now a decision is made
Excuse me if I show no fear
On my face
I left a suicide letter
In a garbage can
So I can say goodbye
To the garbage man
Maybe I'm weak
It's a dangerous thought, man
To add up the things
You are without man
The power in the moon
Takes us beyond
The sword it gleams
From the bottom of the pond
Black lights in prisms cry
Beautiful lands shift here to die
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2. |
World War Wild Wings II
02:34
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The score is burning
Up the back of my car
Hot potato drop
Before I meet the hand of the law
No names; faces
People were here; now they're just places
I try to stay hidden
Out of sight
But it's hard to disappear
Between the lights of the night
It's not money
But the thrill you can't buy in a bag
Catch 5-10; that's a fucking drag
You won't catch me
On the 6 (o'clock) news
Here; gave it up; that's all blues
Time strings shoulders
In knots
Dude; let's not
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3. |
Hurt Balls
01:28
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Why do you have to give yourself a reason
Who said it had to have a name
Girl you're the cause of all my pain
Pain
If I promise to buy you something pretty baby
What if I'm nice to all your friends
Girl could we just play pretend
No
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You think that perhaps you should
Cross the wires
You're thinking too fast
You think you're diamond; you're glass
The line is far behind
You set your alarm to the sound of the sun
Put your eye to the sky
Trying to find another voice
On which you can rely
Deep in the hive
Alert and alive
Life like a drone
You face the void alone
Never ride the silver machine
If you're afraid that you might fall
Just let your body drift away
Release all control
You'll find you are of the vapor mists
That churn inside the Earth
You find commonality
But it's not your place of birth
Deep in the hive
Alert and alive
Life like a drone
You face the void alone
Your engine's burning out
But you're still gaining speed
You'll never make it home
The universe recedes
I found the void inside me
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