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Chirp
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2. |
April 8th
02:58
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Crawl across toward your window
I'm calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet
I'm of age but have no children
No quarter phone booth calls to home
Just late television
Inside my bedroom all alone
There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your screen
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
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3. |
Microwave
00:51
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Beep
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4. |
Spider
02:07
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ner no no no ner ner no no ner ner no no ner ner no no
wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa
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5. |
Future-Vision
06:02
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It's been a while
You've lost your smile
How strange and silly it seems
In fifteen years
Will you still be there
Waiting for me
And it's hard to get far away
I'm a lost cause
Headed for the grave someday
Will I see the true me for what I really am
Just what I really am
It's hard to protect you from learning all the truth
You're learning all the truth
Is it part of me
Feeling this way
Everyday it's
Everyday it's
Everyday
Feeling all the pain
Just push it down
You'll be ok
You'll be ok
You'll be ok
And it's hard to get far away
I'm a lost cause
Headed for the grave someday
You may not see it now
But I do
It's that heavy feeling inside you
You may not see it now
But I do
It's that heavy feeling
That eats you up
Eats you up
Eats you up
Eats you up
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
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6. |
Never a Daughter
00:17
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7. |
Been a Son
00:53
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She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
Been a son
Been a son
Been a son
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8. |
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Goodbye cruel world
I close my eyes for good
I’ve done all that I could
Now it's time
I've payed for my crimes
My consciousness has escaped this bed
Autumn reaps the dead
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9. |
Failure
05:07
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Ancient nature's failed us
Our own poison's in our clutch
Find wherever you are
Seek the edge of a star
Watch the blood on your hands
Stick it to the man
My hate is spreading out from my hand
I'm here fretting
readying my stand
I need your pain now
I need your cage
I need something to satisfy my rage
Find wherever you are
Seek the edge of a star
Watch the blood on your hands
Stick it to the man
*Melodic Humming*
Find wherever you are
Seek the edge of a star
Watch the blood on your hands
Stick it to the man
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10. |
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Chirp
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