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Aquaphobe
02:58
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Well I’m back, back from the future
Yeah I’m back, back from the scene
Shark attack, I needed sutures
I’m aquaphobic if you know what I mean
Is that right?
Yeah that’s right
Well I’m back, back from the city
Yeah I’m back, back to the burbs
Heart attack, I need a doctor
I’m flat lining and forgetting the words
Is that right?
Why only one when there’s a million other ways to do it?
And just for fun I like to keep all of these things congruent
Yeah I should know, watched it unfold, I’ve seen it all before
Sh-sh-should I keep going if I’m only moving backwards
Alright, alright, okay
Is that right?
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Economy
01:35
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What do you have to say for yourself?
Get back in line with everyone else
You put that liquor back on the shelf
‘Cause my music is the booze but you can’t abuse it
Well, some might say you’re going to hell
Just don’t buy what they’re trying to sell
You’re the reason the economy failed
And now,
It’s on you, it’s on you, it’s on you, it’s on you, it’s on you
It’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true
It’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true
It’s on you
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Zero
03:22
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I’m frozen in gridlock
I see a man with a topknot
Assailants in the parking lot
And they don’t like polka dots
Zero in on the target
Bloodstain on the carpet
Make a move when it’s darkest
Not a bit lethargic
I’m runnin’ out of roommates
Now it’s too late
Number one is the finest
I’m sorry, your highness
I took an oath of silence
…Starting right after this
You can call me shameless
You can call me selfish
You can call me stupid
You can call me useless
I’m runnin’ out of roommates
Now it’s too late
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The One From The Park
05:29
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Are you this honest even when I’m not around?
Or do you just smile like it’s a masquerade ball?
What were you aiming for on your way to the ground?
Do you just try way too hard to catch the clouds?
I swear that I saw you somewhere hidden in the trees
A slice of suburbia, you are the one, the one from the park
How do I know what’s real anymore?
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Riser
05:36
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It spins in your eye a hundred more times
Incredibly bleak, incredibly bright
And it sits in my head in the palm of my brain
I tried to stabilize, but I can’t stay in the lines
Like learning to lie
Waiting for the sunrise
Dead man’s lullaby
Dead man’s alibi
Like learning how to ride a bike
Waiting for the sunrise
You just don’t ask why
Better luck next time
In space there’s satellites disguised as windmills
We should hitch a ride and free fall till we die
Like learning to fly
Waiting for the sunrise
A pheasant’s wing feather-light
The breeze keeps me alive
Try to fill a black hole (Doesn’t really matter)
Twitch when you get close (Follow the pattern)
Well since you say so (Dead in the basement)
Better bring a raincoat (There’s blood on the pavement)
Like learning to die
Waiting for the sunrise
A knife cloaked in the night
A dead man’s suicide (Botched fake suicide)
A man dies for his pride (Dead man’s lullaby)
A dead man’s lullaby
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