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Tilted Arc
02:24
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you're standing there
i want tell you how I feel
but I ask "How are you?"
they say you got problems
but who doesn't
it's stuck right in my heart
we used to talk
about anything and everything in our core
so what went so wrong
was I too pushy?
i know can be, i really try not to be
now it's years later and do i even care
you're in a new place framing pictures for a local photo store
and i wonder if it mattered at all
i wonder if i mattered at all
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Mona Lisa
02:22
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tell me about a time you felt insecure around all your friends
and I'll tell you about a time, it happens all the time
because I love you
but it's not you
you ask me if it's cool for you to hit on my friend
i tell you that it's not cool, but she finds it very cool
because she loves you
and it's not me
i love you
but it's not you
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Self Portrait
03:01
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time goes slowly when you're doing nothing
go to school, you're crying, come home, you're crying
you say your mom hates you, well I don't believe you
i know you're lying,i just can't prove it
What I'm sayings honest, but what you're doing's careless
I'm doing my best here, but you're going nowhere
I want to feel like I've got control
I want to feel, I shouldn't just be told
I want to be like him, he became who he's really
He does what he wants to and people like him for it
I want to be like her, all she does is golden
Her paintings, her drawings, I want to be in them
What does it even look like, to know you're never catching up
To know it in your heart
And what does it play like, when it's ten years later, fifteen, twenty
Maybe more
And what does my brain do
How do I even sort this shit?
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Reason / Squalor
01:58
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You blew a fuse I was hellbent on hurting you
I felt so used Now I've had a dark turn, but that's on you
We're locked in a duel that I made up in my head, it’s all askew
You looked so cool. You had entered stage left, you were right on cue
But that's what they get out of caring for you
You promised me something but what you really wanted was to see me destroyed
Your sense of social capital, your word, your worth, turned lame & void
I can't tell you what it's like to be me
You can't see me but for how you've painted me
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5. |
Following Piece
02:47
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You are nothing special
You are the same as everybody
Nobody's cool, nobody's right, nobody's perfect
Nobody cares about your life
Right now, yes
I took it personally
You can tell it
I let it all consume me all the time
You look some kind of awful
You look just as pitiful
You didn't try, you didn't care, you didn't notice
You didn't try for anyone
And I don't realize
I don't need an honest shot
All I need is to watch you falling down
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6. |
Harold Lauder
02:26
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Whatever you do, whatever you want, whatever you feel
It doesn't matter so long as they are there
I spent five moths, I spent years, I spent my life
on people who don't even care
My life's a mystery and by mystery I mean very lame
My life's a mystery, friday nights on NBC
But if it's how I feel inside that counts
Then I know I'm better than everyone
White flash, white heat, a streak of hair
Turns and leaves me down in the dirt
My broken leg, My broken bones and more
But it's my thoughts that really hurt
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Spatial Relief
01:46
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It's stupid, it's ugly, the way I think of you
It's in the way you go, the way you talk, the way you carry out
It's uncomfortable, it's miserable but that's the way things go
I don't act out, I don't do shit, I just do it for show.
You're total trash, chewed gum stuck to my shoe
You're total trash, can't wait to get over you
I'm unreasonable, shortsighted, when I open my mouth
And I wonder if you wonder that I wonder about you
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Hang Up
03:21
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I don't know myself anymore, but can you trust me?
Can you trust in me?
I eat alone now most of the time, but it's my choice.
Yeah, it's my choice.
Anything, oh, anything
Anything you want to tell me you ought to tell me now
I try to catch myself now and then but I keep falling.
i keep falling.
It's in my chest, it's in my head, it's in every muscle of my body
It's when I look at you, when I look at you.
Shine a light on me, you shine a light on me
You think you're gonna find just what you want
But you don't
I’m the end road, I’m the wall that you hit
when you thought you even had a plan still
I’m the mode set to kill, I’m the C4 you lit
When you've slowed and you're crawling back uphill
I’m the throat that you slit, yeah the line that you toed
When you thought you finally had your own fill
I’m complete lack of will, all the debt that you owed
That you’re never ever gonna pay back
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White Flower
02:11
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My heart is lost, you ask what's the cost
I know the difference between some novelty and trash
I'm crushed to dust, well if the cause is just
I'll step aside, forget an ugly gash
I'm not surprised to see his name the first time
I'm not impressed because Tim's just another white guy
You act a punk, just look how far you've sunk
I'll find a way buried in the ash
You're used to it
Yeah, I'm used to it.
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Metronomic Irregularity
02:16
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I get a lot of pressure for saying things I shouldn't have said
I catch a lot of heat for staying true to form
I made a lot of promises, you've no intention on cashing them
Check my heart, it's just another trash can
I know it's not the same thing, I feel entitled for just being me
I've cause a lot of trouble just for kicks or cause I'm bored
I feel alright with life on fire
And I know nothing that'll take me there
I feel my arm swaying there
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