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You never listen to me
You never listen to anything I say
I’d say you’ve had enough
But you don’t think so
Let’s call it a day
Too many hassles for one man, too much strain
Why don’t you take a break
Take a trip through the corners of your battered brain
Ooooooh
Your eyes are all red
You haven’t slept all night, you only cried all day
Don’t let it get to your head
It’s only fun and games until you’re forced to play
And now your eyes are making
Contact, contact
With the very thing you seek, but you just give it a shrug
Time to regenerate
A healthy body holds a crippled soul
Ooooooh
I got shut down
Replace your order now
Next time is always the right time
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Surrounded By Traces
03:43
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Right turn, wrong turn
And I’m left here to learn
Every step still echoes
Tip toe, on the nose
In your mind
You've seen golden shores
Stream of thought, waterfall
Weathered shipwreck
Who's the captain? Get on track!
Surrounded by traces
Not knowing where to turn
Circular snake pit
Glowing square, take a hit
Then bury your notions
And dig up treasures
(Worship the arts now)
Dine in their halls
Taste the apple, bite the bullet
Life doesn't necessarily resonate (But change direction)
Close your eyes and clear your plate (Before you’re cornered)
Surrounded by traces
Not knowing where to turn
I guess I don't know where I go
Tonight babe
I guess I don't know where I might
End up
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Breathing Just For One
02:33
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I'm breathing just for one
In a common well-known sense
I am losing all this arrogance
It always leads to war
Give me just a smile
I am waiting just for more
I am keeping all this discipline
The pretty and the short
Leave the letter out
I am desperate to remain
I am losing all this shivering
The almighty has no say
Look at everyone
I am desperate for your smile
I am losing all my eloquence
And I will be alright
You wait for more
I ain't worthy of the one
I am losing my discretion
Due to the dollar of one man
Throw me in the bin
I am tired of fitting in
I am building all those towers
With my hands beneath my brain
Oh again
I lose again
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Between Sweet And Sour
06:01
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You tell me that you enjoy my music
I hear you listend to the lyrics and liked them
But then you scatch your nose and claim
That climate change was invented by China
...yeah, it was invented by Chinese people, alright
You read Irvin D. Yalom
And you don't think my hair is too long
But as you bend over your shirt slips up
And reveals a tramp stamp
Thanks for the second-hand embarassment, darling
You care about the environment
And living for litter is something you resent
But then you clear your throat and bark:
"I hope you're not a dirty jew
The stories about the holocaust ain't true" [sic]
You try to mostly eat vegan food
And you like long profound discussions
But when we finally end up in the nude
You whisper in my ear that your pro life
You wanna be my wife?
Who's gonna throw the last stone?
Please let me die alone
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