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Lovina Sunsets
02:33
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Let's stay outside a little bit longer.
I mean I must get
A few shots of the lovina sunset
What do you mean you're upset?
We'll go get some sleep just not yet
You leave to the room
I say I'll be there soon
I get drunk instead
4am i stumble to bed.
Enjoy the night a little bit longer
And now your tongues wet
From things left unsaid
I never even undressed
Lovina sunsets
I wish you were with me at the show
I guess I'll take a taxi home
Awful memories: thanks for those
We can't pretend. we had to know.
That this was all theatrical.
And now after the afterglow
We've got nothing left to show
After the afterglow
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Cindy from Taiwan
03:49
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I like the birds, I like the trees, I like the ocean too.
But not as much as I like you.
I don't know..
If she is someone who I should trust,
But Cindy from Taiwan is my new crush.
I don't know, why you left in such a rush
Cindy from Taiwan is my new crush.
I dont know, if I'll have any luck.
Cindy from Taiwan is my new crush.
I don't know why, but I miss her a bunch
Cindy from Taiwan is my new crush.
You are Learning Japanese
You love outdoors and the trees
climbing mountains and swimming in the seas.
I don't know if this is love
it just took ten minutes at the jazz club
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3. |
Big Mood
02:44
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If this even is true
This is really big news
What have I gotten Into
It's a lot to pick through
If you need a quick clue
One stone kills two
We are overdue
I've been noticing you
In a really big mood
Big mood
And for your next style
Find a cheap textile
Might be bloodstained
But your life is mundane
You need complements soon too
Get you through
The next two hours till he
Let's you loose.
You want a better brand of clothes
Cuz all you are is pretentious
I want to receive standing o
Cuz all I want is attention
Next level? That's a go.
Hit the books
Go to the arcade whack a mole
Cuz you don't like the way it looks
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I don't need your lovin anymore
There must be something else in store
At least I hope
I don't need your loving anymore
I woke up exhausted on the shore
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5. |
Lonicera involucrata
02:15
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Now now now now that I'm back in your town
I'm a little scared that I might see you around
And that your fist might find it's way to my mouth
And my teeth might find their way to the ground
I've been waiting around, since the day I found out,
That this little lady is a lady that's about,
To grind me into silt and situate me in dirt.
No need to coversate cuz when you Taint me hurts.
This nightmare is worse that that one where I drown
And you face a dilemma, when it hits you deep down,
That this was no accident, a last ditch effort, passionate,
All I ever wanted was for her to have a chance at this.
Me and mo we laughed at this, even though your facts are shit,
We could throw some savage fists , except I'm still a pacifist.
I picked you a bracted honeysuckle, changed my fashion sense,
I gave you my heart, why'd you have to fracture it
I wanna get better
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6. |
Nice Guy?
01:42
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The cold it stays
The snow turns grey
Do you even know the way
You go and make
These folks dismayed
Now I'm left to go n explain
How I'm a nice guy
I wanna be a nice guy
Ive even got this nice tie
But that's not proof that I'm a nice guy
You're a nice girl I'm a nice guy
(Nice try!)
It's understood
The plunders good
I wonder would
You come and put
Your mouth where your money stood
The whole place is full of falsehood
You're shy and fun
Not like the ones
Who like to come
And dine and run
The nights begun
Were nice and young
The night it ends
With lights and guns
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TOO MUCH YEAST!
00:57
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Dancing in the Acid rain
You and I had Matching shades
Please get past this fascist phase
Too much yeast makes your teeth go grey.
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Tokyo
02:18
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hope you know tomorrow in leaving to Tokyo
Hope you don't mind finding this message on a post-it note
hope you know tomorrow in leaving to Tokyo
You thought thought you had me tricked but this ain't my first rodeo
You're friends are liars and they always cover Your tracks
My friends keep quiet, secretly hoping they'll get the chance
To see you naked, we both knew this could never last.
But both of us are cowards, and I'm just now coming to terms with that.
You're good at playing me
And you're great at playing dumb
Maybe you're the same as me
Maybe we are one
If it's a game of wait and see
The waiting game is done.
I guess I'm the loser here
I suppose that means you won
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9. |
Mouth to Mouth
02:30
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I'm not much good with social cues
Why'd you have to call me out
You noticed me notice you
Next thing you know, we're mouth to mouth.
But it's not cuz we're kissing it's because I almost drowned.
You knew I was missing, and you made sure I got found.
But False accusations made you crazy, so now I'm the one to blame.
I wanna take this, pretty hate speech, and pour it down the drain.
Your word choices are dizzying, that's why I had to vomit.
Next time you want to hurt somebody write a poem then toss it
In the garbage cuz good poetry is made when we start losing
Our money, minds and egos, I'm done with chasing heros.
I'm done with eating locusts,
I'm done with spreading news.
I'm done with getting reamed out by human beings like you.
I never could please you, and Jesus knows I tried.
The only way to appease you would be to commit suicide.
So please do one last dance for me, one last dance before I'm dead.
Cuz you want my head on a platter, you want a platter with my head.
You'll bring it to your mom,
She'll say "dear great job"
But you'll wonder internally of you did something wrong
But wrong is all you've ever done. Why stop now? Look at the roll you're on.
Look at the roll you're on
You're going going gone
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