1. |
Buried
04:16
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I’m too dumb to keep moving.
One more step and i’m ruined.
This progress i’m making
is moving from right to left.
Yeah there’s nothing left.
I’m trying my hardest baby.
Why won’t you listen to me?
One eye closed and one open
this afternoon option
is already past its prime.
The time’s all mine.
Only in my mind,
the time’s all mine.
I’m trying my hardest baby.
Why won’t you listen to me?
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2. |
Blinds
04:23
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It was a close call.
They said it was a close call.
They said I was close to
matching the profile.
It was a close call
to matching the profile.
What are the changing colors
of your leaving?
What are the changing colors
of your gown?
Today I love you.
You’re never around.
It’s upside down
but does it still make sense
when you’re all hung up
under the water?
I see it on her knuckles.
The knuckles of your daughter.
She remembers the tricks.
The tricks you taught her.
Let me run my veins down,
let me let me run my sun veins down.
Let me run my veins down.
What are the changing colors
of your leaving?
What are the changing colors
of your gown?
Today I hate you.
You’re always around.
Pull the blinds over the window.
Put the string in your mouth.
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3. |
Today
02:37
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Happens every day that I leave you.
Happens everyday that I sneak out.
Happens every day that I get drunk.
Happens every day that I leave you.
Today just happens to be today.
Happens every day that I wake up.
Happens every day that I smoke up.
Happens every day I get lit up.
Happens every day that I pack up.
Today just happens to be today.
Today is the day.
I don’t wanna go.
I don’t think so no.
I don’t wanna go.
I don’t really know.
I don’t wanna go.
I don’t think so no.
I don’t wanna go.
I don’t really know.
Today just happens to be today.
Today is the day.
Happens every day that we don’t talk.
happens every day that we don’t fuck.
happens every day that we don’t sleep.
happens every day that you leave me.
Today just happens to be today.
Today is today.
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4. |
In White
03:20
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Wait 'till the sunrise
before you sleep.
Wait till the words rise
before you speak.
Wait for me at the stairs.
Stop at every junction.
I said don’t you dare
go on without me.
Deaf histories are damp fires
unlikely opposites.
Deaf histories are blind patterns
you seem so opposite.
Wait for the first trial
before you buy more.
Wait till you see the file
before you write the score.
Prepare your best plan
for when the moment's upon you.
Be ready to grow
for when the kids need you.
Deaf histories are damp fires
unlikely opposites.
Deaf histories are blind patterns
you seem so opposite.
Have you trespassed through this night
in white?
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5. |
Everything
02:43
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I know.
I know everything.
I know everything
I know.
I know everything I do
when I stay in my bedroom.
I drink your old perfume.
I want a higher proof.
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6. |
Cigarette
04:40
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I don’t know what
he was like
any better than
anyone does.
I see him, in old
albums opened up in my
cross-legged lap.
And he sees me
and he saw me
at the very moment
the image was taken
he pictured me watching
this ruin of him.
Why don’t you pass me (a cigarette).
The plastic white picture frame
is now off-white like a stain and you
chose your make up knowing
how it would change
shriveling up, and fading away.
For all of these years, shriveling up, and fading away.
Why don’t you pass me (a cigarette)
Why don’t you pass me
why don’t you?
Why don’t you pass me
like you do?
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7. |
Faded Forests
04:40
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Hear the sound
through the trees
through the trees.
I’m feeling pain
in my neck
my neck and knees.
Go outside
to feel the breeze
to feel the breeze.
It's alright
smoke and breathe
smoke and breathe.
Feel the ground
see the trees
see the trees.
I sat underneath
we crossed our knees
we crossed our knees.
Closed my eyes
we heard the breeze
heard the breeze.
It's alright
smoke & breathe
smoke & breathe.
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8. |
Watcher
03:57
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It’s a dirty trick
my ego tends to play
that makes me think you matter
just because you’re there.
It’s a dirty trick
my ego tends to play.
You’re the only thing I can see
and so I should care.
I’m a harmless watcher.
You do not mean much to me.
I’m a harmless watcher.
Don’t blame me for what I see.
It’s a dirty trick
when my ego goes away.
It makes me think I matter
just because i’m there.
It’s a dirty trick
when my ego goes away.
Everyday we matter
is just another day.
I’m a harmless watcher.
You do not mean much to me.
I’m a harmless watcher.
Don’t blame me for what I see.
I’m a harmless watcher.
You are not a part of me.
I’m a harmless watcher.
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9. |
Tryna
02:53
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Oh, you grow so slow.
Oh, you grow slow.
Oh, you grow so old.
Oh, you grow slow.
Oh, don’t grow so slow.
Oh, don’t grow so.
Oh, don’t grow so old.
Don’t grow so.
Tryna be,
Tryna be,
Try.
Oh, don’t be afraid
to play your role.
Oh, don’t be afraid
to grow old.
Oh don’t be afraid
to play your role.
Oh, don’t be afraid
to get old.
Tryna be,
Tryna be,
Try.
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10. |
Image
04:14
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What were you thinking
when the picture was taken
yeah were you thinking
of this time passing
and all of us looking down on you?
Yeah were you thinking
of all this time passing
and all of us looking down on you?
You’ll never know what we think of you.
At the very moment
that the image was taken
why weren’t you with me?
How did you not see
all of us looking down on you?
Why weren’t you with me?
How did you not see
all of us looking down on you?
You’ll never know what we think of you.
You’ll never know.
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