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Empty
04:10
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Everyday of every week
I'd best describe as the colour bleak
You know it feels like a carousel that you can't get off
Sometimes you feel you're close to the end
At least that's what you tell your friends
But how long you've been on the ride doesn't tell you when it stops
There's nothing better to do so I'll sit here with you
There's really nothing better to do so I'll sit here with you
Hey where did you go
You know i can be slow
How far out did you notice my complacency
It's so easy in hindsight
But I've grown it out of spite
At least that's what I know I've convinced myself
Seek out curiosity and reap what you sew
Deny how sweet it can be to know what I know
There's nothing better to do so I'll sit here with you
There's really nothing better to do so I'll sit here with you
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2. |
Insane
04:33
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What makes sense common
Do you vote each day
Is it the whim of Horus
Or graveyard cabaret
A blind spot in yourself
That no mirror shows
A wasted lot to deal with
Find what makes you grow
The same of the same
Who thinks of it
Bane of my bane
Consider it
Moonstruck and mangled
What great hell I was in
Haunted not lost
To an unrequited cell
I could be blind too it
But I see it everyday
Tastes like gravy doesn't it
The facade is good enough
For the world today
One extreme to another
Becoming each other
In a desperate haze
The fear of fear will disappear
Within the gape of jane
I hoped I could look away
(and)It drives me insane
I could be blind too it
But I see it everyday
Tastes like gravy doesn't it
The facade is good enough (x2)
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3. |
Sometimes
04:25
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You say one thing, I don't know if it's right
You say another thing, I queery your insight
You're act is about to begin, but if it's true I only ask of you
Tell me your favorite lies
Show me how they're synthesised
Tell me your favorite lies
Then tell why, you don't use them
You take one step, where you'll turn I cannot say
You take another now somehow, heading back this way
The camera's are on don't you know, but if it's true I only ask of you
Tell me your favorite lies
Show me how they're synthesised
Tell me your favorite lies
Then tell why, you don't use them
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4. |
5am
02:26
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Woke up Monday can't get out of bed
I worked on Sunday, it fucked my head
I get up early but never wake
Seen as nothing, but everythings at stake
Just because the trains run on time
Doesn't mean things are fine
Dead pan looks in constructed garbs
A blank clairvoyance of the now
A glimpse of hope though as fantasy
No dates before or after, Expressing nothing
Just because the trains run on time
Doesn't mean things are fine
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Lewellyn Irving Melbourne, Australia
Snoozy blues baked with garage tunes
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