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Jenny McCarthy's Ocean
03:44
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such people with funded diseases, show their anxious minds
towards solving the whole without pieces, they don't care to align
we're simply wasting our time
mothers in Troy love their kids, but I don't think they've seen the ocean, where case fatality is 20 per cent, if you're tired sleep in
because it will surely swallow you whole
if you don't play the right notes
to hit the harmonic modes
from base frequencies entirely unknown
fight fire with pesticide spray, you'll truly know the fear
of gambling your whole life away, on something that you hold dear
oh dear, oh dear
fathers in Laos love their kids, and they happen to live right on the ocean, where case fatality is 20 per cent, or so I'm told, fuck, I don't know
because it will surely swallow you whole
if you don't play the right notes
to hit the harmonic modes
from base frequencies entirely unknown
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Yersinia
03:07
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payoff, it's an open seance, for a widower who found himself despaired
cut bread, pray and bring out your dead, you'd think a brink extinction might put some sense in your head
but goddamn, sometimes we're better at rest, I don't believe it but I think that was something I read
pneumos, overload, no matter what he cannot know
bubos, overload, blood is blood is all we know
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Non-Smokers Die Too
03:31
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alveolar necrotic core, build a lung from scraps of the old war
steel encased to steal back a few more, breaths of life that slip cracks through the floor
the delicate, and ever-changing home
pulls away its welcome mat after it's grown
self-appeal, the self is all it knows
cap the screen where you left a hole, seize progress, disease bleeds the hopeful
cough it up but not quite a mouthful, lay in bed and wait, stifle your cold
the delicate, life inside a home
pulls away its welcome mat after it's grown
self-appeal, the self is all it knows
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Dress Clothes
03:24
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"I think I know what you mean, it's kinda staring at me"
she said "stained glass makes him look even more intimidating"
mosaic patterns that hide, the light from shining too bright, left us frozen in time, while robes protected our lies
and on the bike ride home, I heard Hannah start to groan, "this shit is stupider than normal in our dress clothes"
please don't bury me here, I can't feed the dirt in a place they hold dear
some day, we'll feed, our earth, unsparingly
so if that's the case, although I'll be long away, I hope that I grow something you'll appreciate
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notice a failure, in sending letters to a guarded place
poor tempered
crossed my t's, but my eyes were focused on a clearer fate
old pleasures
so take time, to settle in
with scars now, you'll learn your lesson
in plain style, in fashion, cordial villains never learned your name
cold fever
don't leave a passion, stored and hidden from a longing face
so take time to settle in
you won't know, but you'll never get it
...fuck
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Yail Fort Collins, Colorado
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