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Impasse
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I am prone to being skeptical. I am bound to regret it all. I have tried to reconcile what I can’t erase but I’ve given up on praying change will come. And then, though I stopped believing long ago, sometimes I still find myself making deals with God. You need to understand that there are still some vines to cut away. They strangle me when I try to break free. You need to understand why even though I wanted to run away, I had to keep myself from saying it.
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Moving away just made me realize no matter where you go, there’s shitty people everywhere. It’s like, “I’ll do what I want! It’s not like I’m bothering you. What do you care what I do anyway? Just shut your mouth.” And I, and I’m supposed to say, “well, okay.” Go to hell. The time of common sense is over. I can’t find it anywhere. Got a couple of thanks and they’re all for you. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. Fuck you.
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Blockhead
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Don't wake me up today, I haven't finished dreaming yet. Don't make me move my legs- I can't stand, my head has turned into cement. It's just a block with hair. Full of cotton, full of air. I'll get up when my head has cleared. I'm not feeling very well, it's headed to my stomach now. I'll get up when I've fully healed. Assuming that I ever will. I've wasted half the day, but honestly I'm scared to death. I'll wake up when the way is clear.
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I Need Water
03:03
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I’m wide awake and staring, standing still. Fucking 2am. Melatonin kicked in an hour too late again. I find it hard to breathe, and I’m afraid my life is over. My life is over now, once again. Maybe I’m just crazy, now then… Although I thought it’d inspire me, the only thing it’s done is cause me to lie awake, to cry and wait for respite. Love, am I okay? I’m afraid it’s far from over. It’s far from over now. I’ve become obsessed with burning candles at both ends. I barely had the time to breathe, much less to react. When the witching hour’s curse is upon me, I never get it back.
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Instrumental~~~!@!!!
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Want Me To(o)
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You walk past my house, you walk past my car, you walk by right me. You sit in your chair, you sip from your coffee, you sit right by me. I’ve got an idea, but I ain’t got the guts or the know-how. I’ve got my hands in my pockets. I forget my name, I forget my age when you’re around. I’ve got a thing for you and I think you want me to(/too).
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Cephalopods And Their Allies Denville, New Jersey
Intelligent, Invertebrate, Different.
Cephalopods And Their Allies recommends:
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Found out about these guys from my buddy Pat who drums on a few of my tracks. I bought it a loooong time ago and still listen to it a shit ton.
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