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strangers in a foreign
we say we’re sorry, they don’t understand
we take this weight every where we go
even when the street’s crowded. I’m alone.
don’t say I’m sorry anymore
we’re strangers flying low in the flesh
don’t say I’m sorry anymore
we’re trying so hard. giving our best.
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wet sunlight
02:11
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wash my skin in the wet sunlight
free my lower self from an empty blight
symbols in the fields, we're staring at machines
I hope I see myself in times of peace
times of peace. we dream of war
the fight of death. waged against our minds.
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when I wake up
02:12
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when I wake up, I think of you
when I go to sleep. you’re dreaming too.
all we got is what we do. love is love and rude is rude.
I got so much dreaming to do. you got so much dreaming to do.
when I wake up
I’m alone again
so back to sleep I go
back to sleep with my friends
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function of debt
02:01
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sleeping prophet
01:42
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when I sleep I can help you out
through dreams I see yr best way out
cause beyond this is a life completed but unseen
it takes a gift to the forrest beyond the trees
I’m a pattern in the program. something you like.
here to comfort you in yr quiet life
in the words I remain. in a song I am sung.
it’s almost like all the notes fall from above
in each other we can remember ourselves
in our times, we can be ourselves
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dusty tune for a dry bar
02:05
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honey from the sky. heaven is real tonight.
friends and loved ones forever by my side.
all my past eaten by the present
any bad memory is lost to legend
fill me up with my best life
memories I never made with the ppl I let go by
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autumn-may
02:02
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I dreamt of what I needed to say
saw purple fields of autumn-may
clouds billowing from the windows above
crowds of dreamers beating their drums
they cried for the mothers when the plastic cracked
forgot themselves when the theater packed
when the lights dimmed, everyone hushed
waiting for the movie they dreamt up
but it never comes
we sleep for dreams
cry when we wake up
what is time but a treat to me
a prison for some, fire to a leaf
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old news patterns
02:15
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will they love me tomorrow
will they be here today
are the stars ours to borrow
change them up with a quick chemical spray
god I love this
sweet confusion on my lips
when I turn on my tv
they just keep playing hits
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happy birthday
01:47
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happy birthday to first soul ever born
there’s a lot to learn and the shame and the scorn
when you make a mistake. it’ll feel like a storm
the world will watch you fall into rage and discord
but remember you do it all for love
there’s no medals to win or no favor from above
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nap it up
01:30
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I hope you get too stoned and fall asleep on the couch alone
wake up feeling refreshed. clean soul and bones.
I hope that next paycheck is better than the last ten
I hope after you get back up, you get a win
root for all my friends
hope we lose a little less and make amends
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spins in a space bar
01:55
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in the heat of the moment, I been losing myself
lost in the space between the hammer and the nail
art is life and music is the word of the wind
piece of myself gone with every winter spent
huddled by a fire, me, my dogs, and the moon
I sow every season, but still don’t see no fruit
work by the light and pray every night
I’m obedient to the universe’s knife
don’t cut me down
we can build a better future
heaven is never really what you think
and sleep is never quite like yr dreams
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meatless sushi
01:47
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run till my legs give out. the rib cage flies off the torso.
laugh till my last breath. dreams of meatless sushi and a skinny belushi.
whether it’s tails or head. I win every day I am blessed.
electricity in my limbs. spinning fun till the clouds remiss. off-white clouds be damned.
every step I take is fearless drive to back when the beat still hit.
my body shook with joy. sense of wonder renewed. tv brain whole and commercial free.
holiday sprint. home alone. when a buddy cop film was fun and funny, not state violence with a laugh track. I miss that. nostalgia really does eat the mind, hut
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