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Say goodbye to everything old
It's useless and deceptively cold
There's no one real
To tell you how
You're supposed to feel
Spent too much time
Collecting dust
On the back porch wait for us
You need this so lose it
You're stagnant, no movement
Say goodbye to everything you were told
Those words can't
Push you through any doors
Wear your coat inside out
Spit on cars, eat shit, run away
Look at you
Your face in the rear view
Slowly turning gray
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Glenn Stabs
02:56
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I wrestled with a knife wielding attacker
no one saw it
no one believes it
pull the pin
medicate and hold your breath
cut off again
count to ten and drive away
No lightbulb in this flashlight that I hold
Too dimly lit to see death and say "hello."
I walked across the tight rope
But the record book was buried
You invented what they wanted
With the demons that you married
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TV
03:37
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there's nothing left
just a glass screen
a fucking window
climb inside your television
record what you see
their teeth are straight
their hair shines
age is a memory
the other side
a dull knife
and i'm lying on the edge
climb inside
what you'll find
is how you feel
their teeth are straight
their skin shines
age is a memory
nothing left
but a glass screen
a window inside anywhere
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Squirm
03:42
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Hold on, tiger
They're pulling on you so hard
You can't squirm through your neighbor's back yard
You just can't phone it in with your eyes closed
and when your thoughts become a blindfold
So...I guess you'll just go back to sleep
When you're falling down a hill so steep
You'll feel like such a fucking creep
When you're hiding beneath all those sheets
"I just want to make it home
I don't want any trouble"
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Mean Columbus
03:42
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Bad Impressions
02:44
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ankle deep in the sand
bending down drawing lines with my hands
if they were here they would say
you're no different please go away
my guts make me forget
my imitations have nothing to lend
a bad impression of pride
I'll make noise until I'm louder than the tide
I'm not trying to start a fire
but if I did would you throw your life in it?
I'm not trying to leave a mark
but if I did could I come out of the dark?
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Tired Magic Atlanta, Georgia
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