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Lies (of November)
03:37
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Coffee brought me to the conclusion that some people don't deserve to live
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that blood may arouse you but I'm tired of giving you mine
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that I should smoke more cigarettes and fuck less suffragettes
Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante
Not a lie
I still haven't reached the knife you shoved in my back
Stop turning it 'cause the wound's already infected enough
And now I let my hate for you get over my love for you and feels good and feels new
Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante
Not a lie
On second thought
I don't want your pity
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Comfort Design
03:10
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Vampires,
You wake up in the dark
To all of you in love with liars
Go to hell, you're a lark
And the smoke sways
Around the sun and through the smoke
In front of stars with all their fame
There they stand, dead for the most
And we'll whine for wine again
With paint going down your hands, my hands
You could kill someone, I know you can
With paint going down your hands, my hands
We'll build a home
Where you want, just for you
'Cause we're tired of you screaming, you pointless waste of time
You'll throw it on the ground, that's what you love, that's what you do
You want more, you need more.
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Queen+King
03:25
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The blood on these hands
Is giving me the chills
The blood on these hands
It hurts, it slowly kills
These voices oh so cut
Are trying to hold the fear
These voices oh so cut
They're singing for the fear
The screams in the streets
Are getting me to sleep
The screams in the streets
How useless it is to weep
The noises in the dark
They're people in your bed
The noises in the dark
They're people in my head
The faces of the queen
Are always full of joy
'Cause the queen is rich and the queen is loved
But the king is dead
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Color
03:31
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Beasts are beautiful working on their shadows like their teeth before
Beasts are loud as her with their bloody finger cutting through all the others
As it looks around all I see is the window
Strangling, wrestling, watching
Screaming all around to the judging dead
Watch me, watch me, watch me dance
You'll never get the bet that you'd beat I bet
And you should let go, 'cause you won't reach the bow
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
What's the fuck with this color
I just want it, I just need it, I just want it
It's killing me 'cause my genes don't care
I'm tired of the side effects, I'd like to see what's next
So just give me another cigarette
As your hands all fall, slowly to the ground
With all the shivers and all the sounds
You'll never get the bet that you'd beat I bet
And you should let go, 'cause you won't reach the bow
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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Flash Sings for Us
03:15
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I said I'm a snob
With a sob
TH TH TH That's why your friends don't like me
Well I'm sorry, that's what I see
Please sing for us
We need it now
We all know it hurts
We all know it curves
We all know it purrs
We all know it lures
I do know I'm a job
But I don't want you to sssstop
I'll watch it change all its got
And I know I'll get caught
We're in it for the leaves
We hate it when it leaves
We know it never grieves
We know it never bleeds
We'll wait 'till it's gone
Even though it won't be long
But look it started to snow
Please sing for us
We need it now
It's not that hard to turn me on
But wait 'till you have to turn me off
It doesn't help when you sway like that over my head
I guess my bridge still leads inside of you
Please sing for us
We need it now
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Lily's Nice Shoes!
03:07
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Home makes me scream 'cause when it sings in the dark yea when it shouts in the car and I'm trying to hold the wheel and I'm trying to think of words to prove me wrong but the people I love they push me saying
"Come back home now you're gone too far"
Don't like you anymore, my Lily
You're a tease and you're a bore, my Lily
And I heard a noise when you stood in front of all the judges with their laws made from cause and their hands holding us like dolls, treating us like dogs, watching us like fog and it came so slowly
But I'm a creep and she's a beast
Don't like you anymore, my Lily
You're a tease and you're a bore, my Lily
No chance of clouds full of thunder raging in my car
Chances are that one was for you miss K but you're too far
Chances are I'm still a creep in my car
Chances are you're still a beast in my car
Chances are I'll go back to my car
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Beni Oui Oui
04:27
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You messed me up real good
And I hate you for that
And I thank you for that
You can stop now
The joke's getting rude
Maybe I should help for that
Maybe I don't want to help for that
And why is it so long to answer
How it that the plan?
It's a cruel plan
pouin pouin pouin pouin pouin pouin
OH OH OH OH OH OH
You found your prey
You ate its heart
'Cause it tastes so good
Yea it tastes so good
Your broken prey
You took its spine
Now it will say "yes" to anything
Oh watch out 'cause it's coming
Maybe the wine's a trigger for me
But you're not here to hold me for that
Yea you're hammer's too far away for that
I told you I wouldn't write bitter songs
But it's too late for that
And L's too hot for that
And why is it so long to answer
How it that the plan?
It's a cruel plan
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Mexico
04:06
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Well maybe we could talk about it
Talk of all the shit that you bring
Maybe we could talk about it
Talk of when you were watching colors
They chaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAnged ouwoho
They chaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAnged ouwoho
I don't think I jumped it all
It just seemed the right thing to do
To watch it die in Mexico
While the others kissed and the blood was flowing though their mouuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUths ouwhoho
Their mouuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUths ouwoho
But please try to hurry
'Cause it's getting dark
And it's getting cold
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
The sky is your head
Your head is a creep
You'll drown in the chances
You'll eat with defeat
The food it is rotten
And you, you are late
You were watching the dancers
So sweet and cheap, you were taking peace from the haaaaaaAAAAAATe ouwoho
The haaaaaaAAAAAAAAte ouwoho
But please try to hurry
'Cause it's getting dark
And it's getting cold
And everyone is dancing
They turn and turn
You cried for so long
Maybe it's time to dance
But pigs don't know no romance
You tried to dance but could not follow the speed
You just stood there and screamed
ooooooOOOOOOOOh ouwoho
oooooooOOOOOOOOh ouwohoI
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Guns (of March)
02:59
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I must be low
I lost my girl to politics and french gents
My bone headed heart
Is lighting up fires on death row
All the shit
Just made me sharpen my teeth and nails
It can't be prefab rehab
It's an imposed drop, it's no true grit
My gun has three numbers
My gun has three numbers
You've been aiming at my chest for all that time
How am I still alive?
And now your bullets taste bitter
And I'm tired of adding sugar
You've been squeezing my head for all that time
How am I still alive?
And now I've got a broken heart kit
Might as well make some money out of it $$$$$$$
My gun has three numbers
My gun has three numbers
Get the fuck out of my head
To get the fuck back in my head
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Crown
02:23
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I never thought hell would be so cold
I can't find a place to warm my breath
I can't find a place to rest my head
You just keep sucking too much space in there
And I will just keep
Hanging on my crown
With a big machine
Of boooooooooooooooooooooooooones
I confuse love with sickness
That's what woke me up
That's what fucked me up
To fall for the past is a disease that lasts
Already told you that but it was mixed on files
And I will just keep
Hanging on my crown
With a big machine
Of boooooooooooooooooooooooooones
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I wish I could walk like the streets
Oh man how they can walk
With all the years of watching
With the bruises made while trying
I wish I was not your whore
How easy it would be
But sugar pie, I'm yours
I'm your working girl
Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to
I still don't know if it has feelings
C-Cause hearing it talk
Is like a bruise of the heart that infects
While trying to scratch it off
Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to
But babe, I can't do that
Babe, I can't do that
Anymore
No
No
No
Drunk Old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least it was something to sing to
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