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Mud Slide
03:33
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This sunrise looked like a mudslide
the colors all crimson and clay
It was just too perfect to wake you
I thought I'd hold this one myself
Did it matter when you got back
Have you ever felt that your return
was really just a fading away
I felt it when I stepped of the airplane
I knew I had nothing to say
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2. |
Spine Mountain
03:02
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Spine's just another way for people to talk about the mountains
run your finger down
don't be surprised when I vibrate
I'll vibrate
Mine got a little twisted from sitting and screaming these songs
All these pleasant doves which one, which one is the right one
Do you catch
you get tired
we've got hotels
I hope that they're open
Enter like an old friend
you stay quiet
just sit and listen
Hand is another way for people to get linked up or get locked out
grab your ears and say I won't fight I learned that lesson
All these pleasant doves which one, which one is the right one
do you catch
you get tired
we've got hotels
I hope that they're open
Enter like an old friend
you stay quiet
just sit and listen
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3. |
Tuning In
02:48
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Sitting on the train
listening to a conversation happening on my left
two ladies and a big guy talk about another lady whom they do despise
Oh why all the hate
Is it real or to ingratiate
with each other aw man
can't we think of a better interlocutory plan
A pebble, a puddle, the words they said
echo and ripple I almost fled
How do they handle their human hearts
still speaking and spurning with words so dark
Casual
We're social
Wake up to the rain
it'll take a hand or a hammer to get me out of bed
don't be so inane
there's enough for you to face the day put a friend inside
the hug machine
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4. |
Can't Make Those Sounds
03:55
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Will you tell me about your parents
Oooo it's strange like my appearance
so I save it make it funny
You are offended
tear this house down make it half right
the walls are uneven
dig to the dirt floor
I can't believe it
Im already
acting violent unsteady
Every time I cut through the noise it's like
and every time I hear your voice more like
something in the back was void I think
He's walking now to teach himself
my last time has come
and I won't talk too much tonight
I'll hold it in
but I can't make those sounds they make
they're too high and too loud
That's why my last saying was
don't break a finger if you can't take the feelings that come
with it
and don't do it on purpose hell no
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