1. |
Babal
03:46
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Babal
Pull those dreams away
Cast into bunches
And caw like you always do
Any little something
Keeps you humming
Any little mark in the sand
Makes you crazed
Don't anticipate
Just bare witness and scream like you always could
Every little nothing
Churns into something
Every little mark on your hand
Makes you break
Freed of the lies
There's nothing to fear
If you don't have the notion to grow
We're on the same page
It lives in our eyes
It's all the same when you're never alive
So just push back again
There's a great escape
Run eastward to find the place
Once you're there raise your hands
And lift us up
Towards a tower of man
Push back again
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MAMBA
03:55
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MAMBA
And you say
You want out
Of these games
That we clout
Does it change
Or bring doubt
As we pass
These die out
It seems mad
This Mind drought
As you stray
I'll lay rout
You say you want it
We say we need it
You'll waste your time
All on me
And we'll dance
A last bow
To thin chance
We're without
Our lone stance
To find out
You say you want it
We say we need it
You'll waste your time
All on me
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3. |
Mimsy
03:38
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Mimsy
Hey Mimsy, why were you there?
(A rink of shame to say you’re sorry)
Is it the execution of solution
that waddles in despair?
Is it all true you don’t even care?
When your mind starts aching
And your eyes are covered up
I reach down
But somehow you’re over us
Oh Mimsy, how could you dare?
(You’ve made a mire seem so starry)
Any exaltation is just sedation,
A coffer for your cares.
If that’s all true than buyer beware.
When your mind starts aching
And your eyes are covered up
I reach down
But somehow you’re over us
It’s in my head
Im wasted there
When your mind starts aching
And your eyes are covered up
I reach down
But somehow you’re over us
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4. |
Sidearm
05:57
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SIDEARM
Headlong after you
Miles wide with things we do
As I joke
But rather choke
Restep the outer bounds
Reflex marks a
Solemn sound
Coming down
And all those things that you do
Just A sidearm
Baby doll advice
Minces twice as nice
Your quick take
Is always fake
Big steal, who is who
All those things you choose
With a toast
To our ghost
And all those things that we do
Just A sidearm
Baby doll advice
Hits you twice as nice
It’s your fate
To end this in hate
Headlong after you
Miles wide from things we took like
The best despite of you
The best despite of you
And all those things that we do
Just A sidearm
Sparks fly like a sun now, baby
Making mountains in our wake
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