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Hand Washed Clothing
03:34
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Truth is
You've lost all of your tree bark
Truth is
It's white as snow in the dark
You forget that I visited last night
And saw your hand washed clothing
You forget most everything
When your hands are soaking in
Cold hands
Wrapped up around my head
Cold hands
Fill my pockets with lead
You forget that I visited last night
And saw your hand washed clothing
You forget most everything
When your hands are soaking in
You forget that I visited last night
And saw your hand washed clothing
You forget most everything
When your hands are soaking in soap
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Painted Post
04:12
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I woke up on the moon
Of all places
And what you thought you heard
Is not the same as what we said before
Oh, grow up
You've lost your say here
Oh, low and behold
You've confused us all for the last time
When was it said?
That you turned away
I sure do feel it this time
You stopped short amongst the trees and telephone poles
Short-sited about school
You can kick him in the jaw if it makes you feel tall
The kid struggles at his best, let's all punch him in the chest
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Alfred
03:25
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Alfred I could be just as wise as you were
Don't cross your wires
Permanent though I'm content with my stride
It's not what I desire
Counselors could compromise but they'll
They'll force my face to crank out a smile
Shiver temps I'll cross my thighs
You'll look in with deep admire
Sensible things were said on the road
Somehow punctured our tires
The air escapes the unabating debate
We grasp at nothing
With sunburnt eyes
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Ex-PFC
02:06
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You threw out my back with a hearty joke
As you often do with your reasoning
When striking at noon with your daft remarks
It's more important to move on, if you're lingering
What d'ya say fella? How you come along?
Heavy now that the sun is down
And in a trance, you glance up off and on
All black will be worn
You fell down the stairs, left a nasty trail
As you often do when you're cleaning up
Some hasty things that came out of your mouth
It's more important to move on, lest you second guess
What d'ya say fella? How you come along?
Heavy now that the sun is down
And in a trance, you glance up off and on
All black will be worn
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One Three Wurts
02:44
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If you wish you were smiling now
On my lips, like the time
We got caught on the upper floor
Of that building we snuck into
Back in May of '09
I got stuck
In your arms
I'm in bad shape
From those who act tough
But often cry
That they're in slight pain
Well I could scratch them
But I was told don't try!
I was the one that fell down
Holding bags that had holes in them
Losing memories from our home town
Now I can't remember those
Laughs I thought were the final
Stitch in my
Aching side
I'm in bad shape
From those who act tough
But often cry
That they're in slight pain
Well I could scratch them
But I was told don't try!
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Kid Sampson
02:36
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At home with Jack, I feel the burn in my chest
The white hair creeps its way through
And we're all doctors here, but unfortunately
Eventually, there's nothing we can do
Please, quick sir, I've had a nasty batch
Of quilts and qualms draped over me
Of quaint, crackled hands, that I envy
Admit to heart attack, but not the beats of unrest
The dread upheld, tells me what to do
And we're all framers here, but unfortunately
The Beam has rotted through and through
Wake up, sir, I'm now aware of the patch
Of carefree dusks and dawns that will no longer be
Of curled up, dusty lungs, that I envy
Oh shallow soups of psalms, just for heaven's sake
Good lord, what a scratch I see
Good lord, what a pain I have been
Good lord, you don't see what I see
Good lord, none of this matters to me
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Fruitless
03:42
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I don't need to talk about
The things I'll never do
Your fruitless bucket list
Has no lines crossed through it
If I go then I won't see you
I don't want to hear about
What you want me to do
My eyes aren't for hire
No matter what you offer
If I go then I won't see you
Let's not even get into
The things you do and say
Concrete types of plans
Swallow whole, if they can
If I go then I won't see you
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Drunk
04:29
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Tone wasn't trying to get drunk
And avoid you
He's just feeling glad looking forward
To something else
Feelin awful tall
Can't help but look on down on
Tone wasn't trying to fuck up
And ignore you
He's just looking 'round seeing no one
But himself
When you're looking for scape goats
Just remember
All these long lost folks can't control
What they were
Feelin awful tall
Can't help but look on down on
Sipping on tall ones, the kids out front
Can't help but turn their backs on you
Feelin awful tall
Can't help but look on down on you
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