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Minimalist
04:08
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He's a minimal man
And that's something that
You'll never understand
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Imperfection
03:55
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6807
03:52
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Her name was "6807"
And my, she was a piece of Heaven
If Miguel brings you to Hell,
Then I guess,
You better go
If you can't see through
What he's done
To you,
You better go
If you've got so much left to say,
I don't suggest that you give it all away
'Cause love is a fire;
A fire burning
Your deepest desires
Your name is "6807"
And my, you are a piece of Heaven
If Miguel brings you to Hell,
Then I guess,
You'd better go
You better go
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I know that I don't understand
But I know that I'll try
To piece together your self-doubt
To figure out his lies
We'll go out for a little while, but it all stays inside
Oh Lord please give me all the help, just tell me why, oh why?
Desert of sin
He drinks through broken glass, I know
It cuts him, yes, I do
Just keep it perfect in his eyes
I know it cuts them too
An instrument to test the faith
Oh tell me is it true?
And now I've stumbled in so far
I guess that that's my cue
Desert of sin
These mirages
They sin until we fade away
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5. |
Candy Bar
03:54
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Indulge for your smiles
You know it means so much
Despite tears that fall
Across your altered face
Fatten up your child
You know he loves it so
Being your scapegoat
You know he loves it so
Indulge; You don't see the change
You, don't see it
But it frees your mind
You know it, it frees it
Leave our evidence so plainly
So clearly
Keep it from his view
"We" want it so dearly
Jump in the car and gas it
With only ninety-five cents
Buy you and me a treat and
Put my feet up and sleep in
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Pretending
04:01
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You're living like a wave that moves in through the ocean,
When suddenly it crashes right in to the shore
It's like I see you moving in slow motion
You're moving by the current and nothing more
Ain't it fun
When it keeps you up at night?
Ain't it fun
When it eats you up inside?
Oh I know,
It's fun to defend
On your end
With your head first in the fire
Oh I know,
It's fun to pretend
But it's coming to an end
You're sleeping as the storm begins to rise
But it's hard to see through your sleepy eyes
You're dreaming of the world as your perfect place
Even if you see him, face to face
Ain't it fun
When it keeps you up at night?
Ain't it fun
When it eats you up inside?
Oh I know,
It's fun to defend
On your end
With your head first in the fire
Oh I know,
It's fun to pretend
But it's coming to an end
It's not for me
Not me
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Fragile
06:43
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It's flesh, it's frail
And our bodies will soon fail us
As the skin begins to parch
And our bones crumble apart
It's slow right now, I know
But soon time will take its toll
Cell reproduction will cease
And destroy the beauty that you seek
What will become
Of what still feels young
Inside a body that's decayed?
I know there's more than death portrays
What will become
of what still feels young
inside of me?
I can see right through you
Past your scarred up tissue
There is beauty in truth
I saw beauty inside you
What will become
of what still feels young
inside of me?
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Have you seen
The flaws that creep
Behind me?
If they're visible
And you still say you love me,
Then I guess we can be happy
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8. |
Just Tradition, Pt. II
03:33
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9. |
Weird Days
04:06
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The TV screen
Lives vicariously
And humble minds
Plead "oh please be kind"
To do without
Tears us all apart
Our souls apart
Oh, right from the start
Let us go
To be so slow
Tear me apart
I'll do my part
The cards blank-faced
Mean my fate's erased
Can't see ahead
They're already dead
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10. |
Wild Ones
07:29
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You were talking like an owl who
sleeps through the night,
But you're lying,
Lying there on the floor of your modern home,
That you so much adore
And you were talking about the snow that stays
Stuck on the ground here,
But you're lying, while you're lying
There on the floor of your modern home,
That you so much adore
I'm not fascinated with the picture
Sure you say it's fact,
but not from the scripture
I believe there is no other fixture
For the mess that you've made up
I'm not meant for your neighbourhood
Or your "Brave New World" where everyone is so
Misunderstood
No I can't go
'Cause I'm a wild one
You were talking like a mother who
Hates on her child,
But you're lying,
Lying there on the floor of your modern home,
That you so much adore
You were talking like my God
Isn't much a creator,
But you're lying, while you're lying
There on the floor of your modern home,
That you so much adore
I'm not meant for your neighbourhood
Or your "Brave New World" where everyone is so
Misunderstood
No I can't go
'Cause I'm a wild one
Look what we can do
How could you expect us to
Live from a papyrus of
Noviceness and what-to-do's?
Look what we can do
How could you expect us to
Live from a papyrus of
Noviceness and how-to-do's?
I know who I am,
But I'm "misunderstood"
There are too many houses in this neighbourhood
In the back, there are houses,
Made of grass, beyond the mountains
Where there is fact of your fiction
In your diction, on your way of living
Oh, I can't go 'cause I'm a wild one
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11. |
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When we go away
I'll stay awake
I know where I'll go
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