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We could have been polar bears, you know?
Softly creeping on all fours, you know?
Your smile can occupy me for days in so many ways.
I was a teenage hearthrob in my day
Let's begin at the end; counting backwards.
Innocent fumbling...diving head first.
Your smile can occupy me for days.
So, you use to say.
Well, I miss our ways.
I was a teenage hearthrob in my day
You knew we're right when we were left.
The sun shone bright enough I could finally see your song through you
and all of your dim-witted depths
Honey, finish high school (be aggressive)
Let's keep it pretty
Let's keep it pretty
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M., I Lie
04:45
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So, M., I lie
it's not night. It's not light at times
with a thorn in your eye
No grand prize
Hold your hand, no, hold mine
This peace won't come without a fight
So, scream without screaming in love we bathe in truth
Dream without dreaming, picture perfect youth
Must have the right hand-me-downs
So send in the clowns
drown in this dummied-down liquid pop
Let's wait 'till you get home
and wait
So, M., I lie
it's not night. It's not light at times
with a thorn in your eye
No grand prize
Hold your hand, no, hold mine
This peace won't come without a fight
Let's wait 'till you get home
and wait
So many sleepless nights waiting for the shine
to empty me
Wake to greet the sunrise
you and I, v.e.r.s.e.
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Heavy is the Heart
03:39
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Go slow, Michael
you know there's a street that twists with you
Don't know my flow
maybe energy could leave you jack
I've been watching which way the traffic rolls
you know
you know it's hard to say so
What's up? Dumptruck?
Do you want a piece of European mutt?
Pixie dust, well, give us some
Do you want a piece?
Heavy is the heart
that sings no song when it's all alone
Fumbling in the dark
throwing hands, throwing up, looking to pull the alarm
Heavy is the heart
that sometimes has no home
ripping dreams apart
and all of the tossing and turning
ah ha, momma
Drumsticks guitar picks
anthaeneum linoleum
the pixie dust well give us some
at times it got so hard to breathe
Day dream believer turn on your receivers
the sound through your speakers
is my dream sequel
now
oh wow
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Getting Bounces
03:58
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Twisted metal-sun glassed eyes
am I surprised? I've come to match ya
What's the rush? I'm standing here
Please me no mirrors-Let's chest the signs
She came through in silver
Sweet angel of light
It's alive
Getting bounces, Spreading birds
Sugar sister
Same old metal-Stained glass eyes
am I surprised? No, I've been captured
What's the rush? I'm standing here
Please me no mirrors-Let's chest the signs
She came through in silver
My sweet angel of light
It's alive
Getting bounces, Spreading birds
My sugar sister-Holy verb
Getting bounces, Spreading birds
My sugar sister
speaks no word
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The Gig is Up
01:15
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When I was young
So much younger then
I would sing
for all of my so called friends
and they'd say, "Shut up, the gig is up."
Now I am old
but not much older then
I still sing
for all of my so called friends
and they say, "Shut up, the gig is up"
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