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You're a part of a dying breed- a disgrace to society.
When you die you will not be missed.
When you die you will not be missed.
Speak to me sweet, sweet optimist-
Fill me in on what I have missed.
When you die you will not exist.
When you die you will not exist.
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The Divine
03:00
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Lets set alarms for the weekday!
Lets go out, make some money today!
Lets scream in our own ears:
"We haven't lived in years!"
Lets start it all:
Spray "Love is Love," on all the church walls.
Declare war on the millionaire!
It's not their kid out there.
The day is theirs the night is ours!
Lets dig our own graves and leave flowers.
Don't grow old and look back!
At all of the nothing that you once had!
So go out and leave you now-past self behind.
Lets find a place we can escape to!
Look at life- for once enjoy the view!
Lets fall in love while there's still time!
Reaching for... the...
day is theirs the night is ours!
Lets dig our own graves and leave flowers!
The truth is written on the basement walls of Allston!
The U.S. can firebomb them all like Dresden!
Always reaching for-
Always not quite grasping-
The Divine.
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Stupid Happy Song
01:14
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When he's in a good mood the world is ours.
When she's in a good mood I last for hours.
When everything is good!
When he's in a good mood the world is ours.
When she's in a good mood I last for hours.
When everything is good!
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God Bless You,
04:34
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God bless you, doctor!
You've healed all hearts- but one.
God bless you doctor!
You're out of love- so buy one.
God bless you lover!
It is cold- where you're from.
God bless you mother!
I've since lost my fear- of the lord.
Should have been a green eyed son.
How old will you be when you see it's all fake?
Hell on earth is a cold, cold place-
where no one is alone-
they are all apart-
living in their own sealed off hearts.
-so I'll walk with you part way!
-but don't count on me.
For anything.
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5. |
Fire in a Jar
01:41
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Stranded. Alone, together. He sneezed and wiped the slobber from his lips. I hear a distant chanting. Fire in a jar.
And I wonder. If it even matters. Fire in a jar.
I call my long lost brother. A drunk man full of self-hate envy. My breath smells of lipstick grenadine. Fire in a jar.
And I wonder. If it even matters. Fire in a jar.
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