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Bomb
03:29
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Bomb
Come on baby
Put me in my place
No one’s around now
So give yourself away
This place is frightening
still better left unknown
Nothing but time now
To dig myself a hole
It’s in my way
It’s in your jokes
A thing we prod and poke
You're like a bomb
so crudely made
To sink your screws in me
Can’t you find it?
All twisted in my words
I contrive ‘em
To keep the truth from her
Oh there’s something dark about where little secrets are kept
You can dump them in the river with your rapid regrets
But can’t drowned ‘em,
Cause’ they surface all day
It’s in my way
And what I wrote
this thing we prod and poke
You’ll be my bomb
so crudely made
to sink your screws in me
ooooooooooooo
You're like a bomb
It’s all my fault
I gave her what he won’t
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Catch and Release
02:45
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Catch and release
It’s a choice, and you’ve chosen
It’s that voice you’re ignorin’
Stop picking on yourself
Bottled up and explosive
Saddle us with the notion
That you’re somebody else
We catch and then release you
We catch and then release you
Leave something else to eat you
It’s their fault, they denied you
Wounds and salt won’t provide you
The pain relief you need
They catch and then release you
They catch and then release you
Leave something else to eat you
They catch and then release you
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Lullaby
03:54
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Lullaby
my neighborhood’s a ruin
of lego blocks and lights
I’m just another minion
shoplifting a life
This just ain’t feelin’ right
I think it’s ‘cause I’m terrified
of what I’ll leave behind
This ain’t a lullaby, this ain’t a lullaby tonight
There ain’t no wrong or right
No stories we can hide behind
This ain’t no lullaby, this ain’t no lullaby tonight
We got our apathy, and a healthy appetite
It’s sucks imagination
Spits out something trite
This just ain’t feelin’ right
I think it’s ‘cause I’m terrified
of what I’ll leave behind
This ain’t a lullaby, this ain’t a lullaby tonight
There ain’t no wrong or right
No stories we can hide, behind
This ain’t no lullaby, this ain’t no lullaby tonight
There’s just our apathy and our healthy appetite
another farmers field, a tiny little town
they build them big , with nobody around
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Stars
03:15
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STARS
Born from what we know
Hating what we don’t
Too easy for them now
Too difficult to cope
Look at those stars
Thise beautiful stars tonight
Let’s get away
And bring them along with us
We’re acting like slaves
To the buttons that we push
Precious little gained
And even less is learned
From meaningless discourse
Come meaningless returns
But look at those stars
Those beautiful stars tonight
Let’s turn off the box
That noise ain’t helping us
Let’s get outside
Like our childhoods left behind
And sing
oh
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