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Cigarette Kiss
01:41
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My own one, my angel, you gave so much to me. Make damn sure that you make it work with your new boy. I couldn't bear to see your heart broken in the way you did to me; I'd fall apart... laughing. Just dying. All this time I have ached just to see you again. Now I'm praying to God I'll see you in hell. Goddamn, I still dream you every night, and every day now is a nightmare.
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Don't Come Home
03:18
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Wind blows so cold in my mouth and out the nose. New coat is pure gold, my body doesn’t even know. Nah, but it doesn’t notice much anyhow nowadays. She goes as she goes, but I don't give a fuck about it. Every day's another day. And that's all I have to say about that. Ha, well... I'm a little on the little side when it comes to being the bigger man, so I don't feel low when I say don't come back. You can't come home again. Shouldn't call it that, even. [?!?] Eat shit.
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Little Gold Taurus
03:28
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Look under there. Take your time to find the humor in asking why and the asking of “under where?” We’ve all been there; it’s alright. Take it as a sign you’re fucking up. “When in doubt, pinky out,” and “when in Rome...” You know, all of that. It’s so wonderfully contrived. It was so funny I didn’t even cry. I should have. Remember when you called for me and all you got was air? I was lying when I said (and this is so pathetic) I was fine, and I fell for it. I wish I had remembered where I’d been that glorious November. Well, we’ve all seen God in our time, like in the backseat of a van underneath an old sweater. And now we’ve all seen God in our time. I am that I am.
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Ghostroaster
06:38
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I don’t want medicine to help me sleep. I don’t want anything to hook me far beyond - though I may vomit in my bloodstained sheets - this glass of gold regret. So it goes, on and on. One time’s not enough. One time won’t destroy ya. An oldman crazyman at twenty-three. A phantom, positive, ain’t no way at all I’m alive. A long time reticent, but I’ve been beat. And every drop of guilt is lying at the bottom of an ocean somewhere. One time’s not enough. One time won’t destroy ya. You sleep alone, you wake alone, again, again, again, again. You work alone, you live alone, you die alone.
[Party here]
If only the good die young, I will live forever. I will live forever in hell. I’ve got no one to blame but myself and you.
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Space One (Untitled)
06:03
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A phrase is sticking to my tongue, and oh, it leaves a bitter taste. Though we have traveled well through now, I need my space. But I know space doesn’t exist. It’s just a myth; I read it in a magazine. And I don’t believe in things I haven’t seen. I’d rather be a ship out on the sea than be on one out in the void. At least when you sink you get a minute to think life over while you drown. Up there you instantly explode. Yet still I go, I always go boldly into a black hole. I know that I’m not doing myself any favors, then again, you need regret to feel content. But I know that is just a myth. It might exist; I’ve seen it on my TV. But I don’t believe in everything I see, and there’s no convincing me. I never thought I’d see the day when I’d be the one pulled to stay, yet somehow all the gravity is pushing me away. You could wear all nine of Saturn’s rings, but none of them would mean a thing if all our stars collapsed upon themselves, and you know they will. Meet me on the moon in a Hollywood basement. There we can make believe there was something to shoot for. ‘Cause I know progress can’t exist. This is it, this is all I can be. I’m sorry if you ever trusted me. I told you once to not believe in me.
I kept saying, “I know there’s something out there.” So she said, “Fly on then. Go fly into the sun.”
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Fartknocker
03:09
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This time, I’m gonna see everything that’s happening in front of me. I’m so tired of missing out, I’m so tired of letting myself down. I’m sick of banging on the door, I’m sick of sleeping on the floor, I’m sick of waking up and thinking that it’s okay. I’m sick of fighting when we’re drunk, I’m sick of living out of my trunk, I’m sick of hearing that it’s a-okay. This time, I've laid to rest everything I wish that I had never said. I’m so tired, so I’m gonna sleep, but it’d be more comfortable if you were next to me. But then I think about your lies, yet still I think about your eyes, and then I think I'm going motherfucking insane. You up and left me all alone, you want to make it on your own, but you want to see me all the time? Okay, if if this is what you want, count me out. This time, I’m letting go of everything I wish that I had never known. I'm not trying to forgive you now. Still got a lot of my own to wrap my head around. Sometimes I wish upon a star that I could forget who you are, sometimes I wish that you'd get shit on like me. I'm sick of caring that you don't, I'm sick of answering my phone and saying something just like "oh, huh, okay." If this is what you want, count me out. Long as I'm alive I'm staying away from your hereafter. At least, long enough to make amends? No, I know your soul just like the back of fate's cold hand. I’m still sick from the snake-oil taste in my mouth, but I'd turn the other cheek to you again - if my ass counts.
Repent, beg forgiveness... Fuck that, see you in hell.
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