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new thought movement
06:13
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Sunlight breathing like candles through felt tipped pens
yes, I swallowed all the salt from the ocean
that's all alright
My sister, she was sick at the age of six
How i miss her though she probably don't know it.
It's all alright.
Times ain't nothing that i ever agreed too
Why did we ever say that we would go home?
It'll be alright
Calloused angles burn pictures of the tall plants
Lonely and pure we laugh at our last chance.
Thats all alright.
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Calico
04:22
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Shed a tear for all who died on the minute I was born.
I faked laughing with my friends just to help me feel the warmth.
Planting pennies in the mud growing beanstalks towards the sky.
We can climb them, oh, so high and drop the burdens that we hide.
La da da da da da da da.........
Just because we're built the same doesn't mean we have to learn.
Many men who died before saw the pavement before the turn.
Ate the sugar from your hand like you stole it from my heart.
Said a prayer for all who died on the day that i was born.
-The tallest trees so they can see as deep as the river nile
countlessly, or 1-2-3, I'll see you by and by.
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I was your overcoat.
You don't know what you're in for in the end.
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casanova frankenstein
04:44
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from the spider web we don't fear anymore
from the spider web we don't care anymore
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Hopeless Pocus
04:37
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"He's carved from hands that gave a lick and promise.
Lithe as a cat, though he's walked off through the mill.
Face like a phoenix smoldered in the ashes,
You know he's crooked as a dogs hind legs"
-Rode in on a bad hass', drinkin', spittin', airin' my lungs out,
Cold as a wagon tire, boilin' blood above the snakes.
Got a lick of bad medicine from a dame in Deadwood,
She said the posse'll come a knockin' for the twenty men in the ground.
"Out in the Black Hills of barren South Dakota
He sees a reflection of the devil in his eyes.
Makes tracks at high noon,
The Earth beneath him crumbles.
Got a taste of heaven, now he's armed to the teeth."
-Well, I met a stroke of bad luck when I told the teller 'This here's a stickup'.
Sheriff threw his clip up, grittin' teeth, with his boys at his side.
I yelled 'Hell No! I'll Shoot between the eyes if you hiccup! Take one more step and you'll surely be steppin' in your grave!'
Sheriff: (Before taking his shot, he aims for his shoulder and says) And don't call me Shirley
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It's because I am not like everyone else here. Come figure me out, my dear.
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Cauliflower Sunbeams
04:59
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When in search of light, I found death. There is nothing left, nothing left to say my Lord. Nothing left to save my savior.
Just because we're ugly on the inside don't mean we have to hide it.
Pure and broken hearted we stand strong longer than the fish I gave you.
When in search of light...
Put these coins on your eyes and lay down, get ready for the rocky river.
Now we're made of mud and turtle shells, don't forget the oxen bones.
When in search of light, I found death. There is nothing left, nothing left to say my lord. Nothing left to save my savior.
**All Together Now!!
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I'm not like you.
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