1. |
ashes
01:46
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yeah well she lives in four separate lockets
on four separate necks
a poor aphonic red
seen as a grey
well her grandmother is drinking blue moon
in the eye of the waiting room
then patience herself has sex with her grandfather
but he doesnt use protection
but he doesnt use protection
but he doesnt use protection
but he doesnt use protection
then patience bears a tenant
whom grows up to be ashes
whom grows up to be ashes
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2. |
sit down
02:04
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back surgery is an angel
and morphine is her halo
theres a ring on her patient
but she has been absent
for the past 3 months
well theres a black box in her hands
and i can almost hear the silence
emitting from the tension
goddamn it amanda wont you tell eden
goddamn it amanda wont you tell eden
that my spinal chord is better than, better than his
that my spinal chord is better than, better than his
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3. |
503612
03:26
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better than his
not in the middle of traffic
but traffic is bothering her
what she cant teach
shell learn
the ATM
looks like a devil from here
in the air, stares
connecting with the gutter
his lips were chapped
but gravity still kissed him
whats on your hands?
a sonnet
washing the sidewalk
on a tuesday evening
washing the sidewalk
on a tuesday evening
washing the sidewalk
on a tuesday evening
washing the sidewalk
on a tuesday evening
oo
i love you im dead
oo
i love you im dead
oo
i love you im dead
oo
i love you im dead
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4. |
nm
02:52
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theres a flowerbed
i cannot see
theres an evanescent glossary
that you cannot read
that you
cannot read
your eyes are not glass, but plastic
id lend you some air but im breathless
the son doesnt sleep
and his disciples, they are restless
you wrote "silver is cold"
but im giving away the key to my home
so please god may i breathe?
through the lungs of a past canary?
2 numbers, a silver wreath
a low temp to stretch the week
the sun is invisible
and i have glue on my hands
hold on for a minute while i wash the glue off my hands
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5. |
good
02:21
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annie is the red in the sky
the pile of debt is to the sky
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
i knew annie before she was annie
the pile of debt is the lightest green
its in floral park
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt, like snow
where is the core, to my
where is the core , to my
where is the core to my
where is the core to my
i cant find the core
cant find the core to my
where is it
where is the core to my
where is the core to my
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
it will melt like snow
where is the core to my
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