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smoke yrself thin
01:31
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Anger fantasies and steam,
they come billowing out from anxiety dreams where
all my dreams fell out from smling
cause I ran out of clever things to say.
Please respect our neighbors.
At the end of the day,
I was doing them a favor.
And I can hear them mining records while the tired needle drags
across valleys of screaming teens who finally found their flag
My frame of mind is built on sand
and it falls apart like an opening band, but
I can hardly hear the vocals
over the sound of the blissed out locals,
and I can hardly fight the tides of
pithy groans and rolling eyes, but
I can hear them mining records while the wirey guitars squeal
across the decks of record execs who finally found their meal.
I dimed the gain and lost control,
they said "settle down, it's just rock'n'roll" but
I can hardly hear the vocals
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2. |
get confident, stupid
03:58
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They're turning up the lights, your friends have disappeared
They've played their finale, there's nothing for you here.
You've milked every moment, like oil from the shale,
there's nothing left but memories, the backwash in the rail.
The same old faces stumble the salted streets
to take their places at all the same old seats.
It's 8 PM, but it's looking like last call.
There's nothing left to see, except for their withdrawal.
I've run the bases,
you're goddamn right I feel a little wronged,
this nauseous stasis,
you've missed your flight, you're right where you belong.
There's a lease on your emotions, with no security
but the dust will never settle enough for you to see
That every road is open, that every corner's free,
so as long as you are broken, you may as well leave.
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