1. |
Peter
02:23
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2. |
Trustwormy
02:47
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You're a liar,
You're a liar,
You're a liar,
No wonder.
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3. |
Oneterlude
00:20
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4. |
Stay Cripple
03:49
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Help me along, cripple, I can't trust this spine.
Told you stay at home, cripple, don't dare look outside.
I should have known there was more time. Should have known.
And I pestered with the words when they were mine; I sold.
And I dressed up little words but that's a crime I'm told.
Listen to the void, cripple, spines might realign.
Trust those little stones, drizzle, know that I'll abide.
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5. |
Dwindle Minutes
02:40
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I won't wait anymore,
'Cause I played it alone and I know that I've grown but I'm...
I don't know if I've reached it, but I couldn't teach it,
I sell what I preach but it's formless and featureless.
Those hurts in my head stuck like pieces of lead and I
Feel it right down in my stomach it sits with the
Love that I've returned and love I've outgrown,
But I'm still without peace, and I still feel alone,
And I know that you know.
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6. |
Twoterlude
00:39
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7. |
Photosynthetic
04:35
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The warmth is inviting, I'm inspired,
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited,
I have been waiting for the sun for almost all the year,
And I'll relieve myself of fear.
Don't be so hard on yourself,
You know that there's no one else who loves you like a child,
Who knows that love is wild,
Who knows that you could only be the one.
And when the winter is gone,
I know our love will grow strong and we will be ourselves,
We'll love like no one else,
I could love you 'till the very end of this song.
'Cause the warmth is inviting, I'm inspired,
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited,
I have been waiting for the sun for almost all the year,
And I'll relieve myself of fear.
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8. |
Stay Still
02:58
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I was quiet, you were still,
They still found us atop that red hill,
Tore you from my arms,
I watched you in the mud.
I pled [sic] out, they ignored,
There's still blood stains on my kitchen floor,
Hard but alone,
Standing but slow,
It's vial and pestilent,
Putrid and poor.
I heard you scream, I watched you spill,
I saw you move and I saw you set still,
Dead loves don't cry,
But metal still flies,
I'll never trust anyone I wouldn't lie to.
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Kyle John Kenowski Wisconsin
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