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Take a hit, take as big as you like
It goes down easy when you don't know what's inside
I need a break, so will you break me in two
I'm a functioning mess always, biting off more than I can chew
Sometimes you feel like you don't have a choice
Speaking in tongues, or with someone else's voice
every night, you're pouring salt on the wound
waiting for the maggots to come romance you with their tune
morning comes, and depression kicking in
the come downs keep getting lower, nowhere left to spin
Sometimes you feel like you don't have a choice
Speaking in tongues, or with someone else's voice
Why do we play such bloody games?
With such bloody outcomes, with such bloody outcomes
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Seven butterflies
flew my around my head
seven butterflies
I'm wishing they were dead
I need a vacation
a vacation
from the sun
Flowers all a bloom
colors everywhere
flowers all a bloom
My head's in disrepair
everywhere I look
clothes are peelin' off
everywhere I look
my stomach wants to pop
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Sleepictures
04:06
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She draws me pictures in her sleep
laying right there next to me
when I wake they line the walls
of my dream world factory
please give me one more hour to lose myself in this
i know i may be high but I'd come down for a kiss
sometimes minutes flow like hours
fold the strands in with the flowers
light as air so we can float
hovering inches off the bed
please give me one more hour to lose myself in this
i know i may be high but I'd come down for a kiss
I'll leave the implications
of this meeting to other minds
alone on her raft we cast off
there's a sea where we can't be found
She draws me pictures in her sleep
laying right there next to me
when I wake they line the walls
of my dream world factory
please give me one more hour to lose myself in this
i know i may be high but i'd come down for a kiss
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Sour Times
03:12
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Written by Portishead.
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Pixels
04:27
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take the edge off the knife, stick it right back
been there so long it aint ever coming out
I don't remember your name or my own
I don't remember this place they call home
Cut the tongue from my mouth, cut it right out
trust no one when you can't even trust yourself
pheromone distractions drop the mental hell
I give myself to every look that comes my way
a broken vessel, terminate with no delay
Cut the tongue from my mouth, cut it right out
Baby Jesus, resurrect me as pixels on a screen
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