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Stumbled into something, Don't know what it is
Every single answer, Just seems to take the piss
Don't know where I'm going, just know where I've been
And every single goddam thing is something else I miss
Empty heart and a broken mind is all I'll ever have
Lie awake at three am every fuckin night
don't see how this ends well, don't think it ever could
take what you can find of me and throw it in a hearse
Never know what I want no matter how I try
Opportunity slams shut every fuckin time
Say it only knocks once, what'd that asshole know
Just become a regular, oh now here he comes
You've got a lotta past kid, weighing you with spite
Future is cancelled, they'll taste the tears you cry
Feel em streaming down your face and bury em inside
you dream of golden suns but wake to graying skies
Brain removal / Scrape it out
Clinging to the walls of the ossein cell
Grab a leucotome and break the spell
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7 to Flushing
02:18
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From a shitty barroom in the East Village we stumbled into the street
Into a New York City Summer, full of white light and white heat
I couldn't remember your name, when you asked me for a cigarette
Cheap whiskey and pricey cocktails ruining my chances
You leaned your head on my shoulder, and said won't you take me home
And all my disappointments vanished like smoke
I said we could go to Brooklyn, and I'd meet you there
You just smiled and looked at me, without a single word
Flushing at sunrise, ain't much to see
A dark eyed girl with curly hair is something else entirely
Lotta things I don't recall, about that night, and
I never got your name (X2)
Squeezed my hand one more time, as we said goodnight
Looked all around me, not a star in sight
Times square was empty, not a soul around
Looked around me and realized I was alone
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Every time I try to see, I lose my eyes
Every time I try to speak, I lose my tongue
Don't have to look too hard to know I've lost my way
Problems keep piling up each and every day
Show me something so I can finally see
Show me something so I can finally speak
Show me someone waking next to me
Show me something so I can still believe
Now I'm driving way too fast on this mountain road
Whiskey on my blood, weight on my soul
Don't know if I'll ever see the other side
Drive through the barrier, no thoughts in my mind
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New Warehouses
05:03
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Sweat drips across town, floods institutes and homes
Red sole comes back down, the next footprint is unknown
You tell me that "the worst is over"
I tell you that the worst is yet to come
Knocking back the weekend at the BOK
Reminiscent for the times just beneath your feet
The wagon barrels through, but no longer bearing gifts
As the weathered hand extended is provided short shrift
A means to privatization is a means to an end
With no more in their pockets and no more brains to lend
Drop to your knees for a savior to kill the horror it portends
But the words into the wind won't stop it from happening all again
The top percentage just flick more ash upon your head
The claws scraping their pockets stand defiant in control
As another town is crushed underneath the crimson sole
They've got your rec's and row homes and force you to play the role
While they put a vice grip tight around your without soul
Where's a 'spring to turn when the nurse left behind a tomb
And the halls of spinebound knowledge are a barren concrete womb?
The wagon creates space for bullshit to consume.
The new warehouses have room.
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