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Plaidypus
01:39
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*Instrumental*
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Dmitri
02:09
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All rise and see
my beauty, majesty
I often lay awake at night thinking of me
It seems to me
a perfect tragedy
I can't speak openly with myself
or laugh with every joke fell out my mouth
Oh me,
Oh my,
I think that I could fly
I listlessly gaze down through window-lit sky
twist left, twist right
gravity's swift ride
open my arms in embrace
and kiss the earth's soft, supple face
and if I died, then hey,
it's just that kind of day
There isn't enough coffee for the both of us to drink
so I think I'll pour myself a mug
and sit alone and think
and I thought about myself last night
before I fell asleep
and we find life oh, so invigorating
at flying free fall speed
Oh
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3. |
Pata Sucia
02:56
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Just how happy can a person be?
She stirs her drink,
she's feeling far away from me
On a plane to the Atlantic Sea
She turned her doll's head around to look at me
Practiced smiles on my face today
My cantilever
leave her that way
making animal sounds in the dark
and a scar seems like a suitable mark
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4. |
Yellow Datsun
02:52
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She was the waning crescent moon
face down at night in shades of blue
She was the January sun
eyes wide like two canvases painted on
Always in my sleep
sing me awake in the morning
your voice will swell and rise,
July sun
So hold my hand and whisper warnings
Lay on your back at night and swoon on every thought
it feels to fall right through
if you can see through me
then I'll see through you too
Always in my sleep
sing me awake in the morning
your voice will swell and rise,
July sun
So hold my hand and whisper warnings
So hold my hand and whisper warnings
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5. |
For Almitra
01:50
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Lean
to me
Warily
"Just what are we doing?"
"What is it you're doing to me?"
What I meant
it wasn't what I said
you put the words into my mouth
You put them in my head
and someday we'll both be dead
if by chance we live again
in that distant lifetime when
promise that you'll find me then
The way I feel will last this life,
and long into the next
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Seymour Denver, Colorado
Simon & Garfunkel in a barfight with Elliott Smith and some other guy who plays bass
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