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Bro Out
01:32
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2. |
Ken Tremendous
03:38
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Warning sign starting line
Guns you can't outrun
50 feet dead end street
Boxing up the sun
Hark the horrid angels scream
No limits and no heart
A robbery of time in broad daylight
I wish you knew now what you had then
I had it in my hand
I never showed it
Atonement made serenade
A fleet of flying stars
You joined the pack they healed your back
The liquor store divorce
I wish you knew then what I know now
I had it on my wrist
I couldn't shake it
Terminally toiling in the basement
Warning sign finish line
Boasts you can't outrun
50 feet dead end street
Flushing out the nuns
Burning bright through the night
Attention: Driver late
Station, destination
I wish I knew then what I know now
(I wish you knew then what you know now)
I had it on my wrist
(I had it in my hand)
Terminally toiling in the basement
Eternally toiling in the basement
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3. |
Stacking Apples
02:28
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4. |
Look It In
03:17
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Look it in
There's a diamond buried in your mind
It's a win
When the sound comes screaming from your sacred shrine
Drop the pin
I do not have you in my sight
Look it in
The world will know it when you shine
You've got a role, I want to know what's inside of you
I know the toll there is a goal that is right for you
You've got a soul that's gonna glow
Look it in
If you're old then I'm a mummy on the run
It's a sin
To sit crying when it's won
The chosen creeps fall to their knees at the site of you
They play the game it's all the same putting tongue to shoe
Jump from the pie, you should not hide something inside
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5. |
Tomb of Falcons
02:15
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Certain girl your hometown blues
Pull like weights strapped to your shoes
You don’t have to carry all the load
Troubled boy from Lonestar State
You don’t have to litigate
You don’t have to chuck it all and go
All the way home
Young man hike the haunted hills
Learn the lesson of the pills
Never let the beast consume the soul
Find the girl and mind the boy
Gather up your favorite toys
Load it up in limbo as we roll
All the way home
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6. |
Stocker
03:50
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For the time I took away I said I'm sorry
For the way I shook your head I said I'm sorry
Every word I said got jumbled up in Zingo’s
When things got bad I ran and turned to Ringo
They said "it's time to throw it away."
For the lines I threw away I said I'm sorry
For the crimes I stashed away I said I'm sorry
All the books that bled and spread into the dorsal
Mixed into the nooks of every morsel
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7. |
Wickedy Splits
02:14
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Sound the horn for Sunday winners
Sprawl out on the porch
See how long you can stay
Ride away
Bang the gong for shotgun sinners
Ride out on the plain
See how long you remain
Through the pain
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8. |
The Festival of Booths
02:17
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Word came down from the Regal Height
Knifed the night just to reach you
All's not lost as we hit the light
All's not tossed in the bedroom
You had called out her name they said
You remembered the way
Then you followed the forest path to the finish
And it's slow
And it's high
Stashed away by the riverside
While I zoned in the bubble
Pillows piled while the jury lied
No more need for a rescue
You would go when the people left
You would not go alone
Up the road for a nightcap haul at the hideaway
And I know
And I cry
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9. |
Code Zero Imagination
02:12
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Happy midnights and nonchalant noons
Comp ticket to acolyte’s moon
Soul pilot in paradise lost
Coal kindness, a paradise cost
Code zero imagination
Water foul, aviation flu
Predictive models in rehab zoo
On the run, exoskeleton snaps
Hunted down by tracker apps
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10. |
Uncle Sprout
01:31
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So much wasted time
Enrolled as the drunk uncles
Cosplaying men at war
Caught between three and fours
So many tired lies
Told through the rolling eyes
Trains rattled twisted brides
The kids on the broken ride
There was no “money in a hidden box”
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