| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
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| Funny how the hours stretch and melt away my empathy
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| Persistence of a memory
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| Everything is very temporary except decisions
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| Just a navigation of this future I envisioned
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| Humoring these people that too stupid to be living
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| An arbitrary figment
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| A movement that I never was
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| Obvious when people seem different than the rest of us
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| Or think less of us
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| Only hoes I care about
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| Pumping in the pipe fumes
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| Car running, windows up
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| Hoping I’ll die soon
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| Night time
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| Eyes dilate bigger than bike tubes
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| That’s the reason that I stay up past the sunset
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| «I liked your record! |
| Where’s the new one? |
| Is it done yet?»
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| Problems that I run from impossible to sublet
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| You don’t want them either
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| There’s a fever in the subtext
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| Boiled all the mercury
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| I questioned what it’s worth to me
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| Hard liquor fire breath
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| Slurred dialect
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| In the mist like Bix Beiderbecke
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| With overdose side-effects
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| Probably take a Prilosec and try to get some rest
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| Cut the Midas fingers off and never sign a check
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| «What about your future?» |
| I-D-G-A-F
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| World so cold I can see they breath
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| Feeling like distance is a bitch to express
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| Pissing upstream when your dick is erect
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| Or when you’re picking up steam and get a fist in the chest
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| I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
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| Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
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| Probably never make it home again at this pace
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| Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
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| I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
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| Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
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| Probably never make it home again at this pace
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| Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
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| I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
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| Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
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| Probably never make it home again at this pace
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| Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
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| I’m dead meat, I’m dead weight
|
| Dragging my body, holding my chin straight
|
| Probably never make it home again at this pace
|
| Waking the Devil up 'cause I’ve been staying at his place
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| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Funny how the hours stretch, melt away my empathy
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| Persistence of a memory
|
| «—this melancholy»
|
| «—and melancholy—»
|
| «—this melancholy»
|
| «—and melancholy—»
|
| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—»
|
| «—this melancholy»
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| «—and melancholy—» |