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Broken English
02:12
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I stole books I'll never read from your attic
I listened to your radio, and all I heard was static
Humming it perfectly, under my breath
It was better than singing in
Broken English
I put tape on my records so I couldn't hear the noise
I got a guitar because I lost my voice
I didn't know the photo was permanent
Description on the back in
Broken English
I don't miss friends, I miss company
I wait for motivation to hit me
All of my thoughts are the product of theft
Death sentence written in
Broken English
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2. |
Mindless, Mindless
04:09
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Where I start? Where I end?
There I go and lose a friend
See you never, never again
I'm sorry
Went so fast, went so slow
The words you said I won't let go
I'm not sure what this will be
Shall I go? Shall I stay?
Words, they just keep slip away
Not knowing what to do, I just sat and thought of you.
Mindless, Mindless, here we go
I'm someone you used to know
I looked back, to get a glimpse of all the things that happened since
We just sit and play pretend, like nothing ever happened
I'm moving while you stand still, I'm not sure if this is real
Not knowing what to do, I just sat and thought of you.
All of us, are as good as dead when you are inside my head
Everything I knew to be true ended as soon as I saw you
I'm not sure what I'm writing about, It's coming from my self doubt
Not knowing what to do, I just sat and thought of you.
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3. |
Tangerine Dopamine
03:33
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Indulge yourself, contradict
A chronic state of vigilance
Introduce an excuse to be harmful
But I just can't turn away, sometimes feelings never change
My breath is too weak
Low lung capacity
I don't know what you mean
Slurred by the orange seeds in your teeth
Tightrope walk shifts into a sprint
Screaming breeze makes me squint
A rush of chemicals to my brain
Tangerine Dopamine keep me in chains
Indulge yourself and resist
The voice screaming "Don't weaken"
Introduce an excuse to be harmful
But I just can't turn away, sometimes feelings never change
My breath is too weak
Low lung capacity
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4. |
Giza
03:46
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Experience gaps in recent memory
Sipping on summer ice, heat is an infrequency
At the plateau, you've got all you need
Come on and go to Giza with me
I'll work my charm and get us in for free
Are you happier when sand replaces the trees?
Are you happier when ends justify the means?
Are you happier when you live in other countries?
If you jump ship, you'll sink in the red sea.
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5. |
Italics
01:42
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I write in italics
When I am in a panic
Sniffing benzedrine
To get from A to B
I'm a living, breathing Aldus Manutius
Routine seizing, feverish confusion
I write in italics
When I am in a panic
Curing writer's block
Using obetrol
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6. |
Italics Pt. Two
01:38
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When you write in all italics and contagious thoughts convince you
that coffee mugs, prescription drugs, and perfection will fix you.
When you're buried under pressure, you develop a defense
to the feeling that you might become barren spirited.
When you write in all italics and exhaustion overwhelms you,
the three AM curtain calls are too hard to continue.
What's the reason for an escape when everyday is dull?
What's the excuse for your excess? You are at an overflow.
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