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half pass
00:57
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you ride a horse?
they give out scholarships for this?
to ride an animal for sport like 1812?
old money old sport, you ride a fucking horse
old money old sport, the canter of your colt
it makes you see truly how a horse girl thinks
when you can’t keep up with how much they drink
now let me guess i bet you work in wyoming?
or an agriculture job somewhere outside new york
old money old sport, you ride a fucking horse
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tape your mouth shut i can hear every whisper
that you say, it’s as if you want them to listen
i think that i can talk my way out of this
there is no finer speciality then a load of horseshit
i think you like that, you don’t want the truth
you only want to hear what satisfies you
wait, i feel the clench of my teeth, the air dissolve around me
do you believe what you hear to be seen?
the blood seeps into my lungs, my first instinct is to run
into the arms of your embrace
i fall away from grace, as i lie through my teeth
to survive another day
i fall away from grace, as i lie through my teeth
to count my money here in peace
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splash damage
01:09
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processing / error code
processing / detaching now
from a year built in this empty house
filled with delusions things will work out
to watch slowly as lovers fallout
take on new forms of doubt
well, this is useless. that i know. to construct on foundation this broke
there is no sense, hanging on. when it’s been made clear there’s more than one
this is useless. that i know. to construct on foundation this broke
i can’t make you stick around, a new fish in the pond must explore
all the options presented to her, and to realize that i’m a bore
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core charge
00:46
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stuck, inside this box of bad dreams
freezing with no heat
stop, to smell the roses and ask yourself
is it ethical to throw my body down a well?
i think there’s benefits, to give my conscious a break
and gift the world a bit of silence from my crooked beak
my battery’s dead, it simply won’t take a charge,
drag my limp body to the store a for a new one
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no news of ghent
00:57
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still, the quiet of night
but don’t let your guard down, not now
the british are sneaky, they want back their land
no news of ghent
wait for the whites of their eyes
then it’s time, to show them demise
press on, flank them with shell
and fire, show them their god
thousands will die in new orleans on this night
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wake myself up before the game and get my ass in the car
to get down to 75th and state line to gamble
my last dime to recoup my loss from last night
i don’t have a problem i swear
i’m just up a 100 here and there, maybe down 12(k)
but that don’t matter cause i’ll just make it back one day
on some left field parlay with my luck
i’ve been known to make a bad choice or two and i think
maybe that this could qualify as one of those things
but when the money hits the endorphins kick
and you think no wonder why that you’re hooked on it
you take a bite of it, and next thing you the know they find you in a pit
are you in? let’s make this game interesting
the dollar rules my life, corrupting sport to vice
in 5 years don’t be surprised, if i’m found dead playing dice
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waking up with a disease
that forever changes me
punishing me for my time spent
chasing down dead end temptations
scarring delicate flesh just to feel something again
demoralizing extent of your body’s natural function
yet why can i not die?
i’ve seem to lost track of time once again
holding this gun in my hand
i cannot wrap my head around this question
if not for you, then how did
i contract this thing that bars me from love and intimacy
til i die, I’m marked for life
ain’t it a shame
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