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Discourse
01:41
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You contemplate the jump before you notice the joke
Swimming in the filth then it swallows you whole
Crumpled up receipt in the sleeve of your coat
Rationing your bread just to keep yourself afloat
Organizing cabinets and rearrange affairs
There is someone arguing underneath the stairs
Compromise it all, although you really wanna share
If they take it all is it really all that fair?
Everybody's image is so perfect and unique
Everybody nods though they want to disagree
Everybody's image is so perfect and unique
Everybody nods though they want to disagree
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2. |
Kid
03:07
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There's somebody for everyone
A person you called a friend
There's someone for everyone to reminisce
Somewhere there's still a kid in this heart
Wanting to go back again
When a house was a home
With all the love you had as a kid
But now you're alone
With a handful of Vicodin
It takes its toll
Oh I wish I still was a kid
Everybody has got to come to terms with present tense
Everyone soon becomes someone they'll regret
Somewhere there's still a kid in this heart
Wanting to go back again
When a house was a home
With all the love you had as a kid
But now you're alone
With a handful of Vicodin
It takes its toll
Oh I wish I still was a kid
It's so strange, it's so strange
Your name is what you're called
It's the same old name
But you don't feel the same at all
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3. |
Mud Water
02:21
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Mud water is thicker than blood
They say that mud water is thicker than blood
What comes after this?
Flesh to dust and dust to mud
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4. |
So Proud
02:23
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You feel so proud
They hold your dollar bill up to the light
You feel so proud
But you lay in bed and can't sleep all night
Now you work at the bank
And saved up some cash
And you've got a leg up on everyone you pass
"I'm so proud"
You father says before an early night
You feel so proud
But the patterns on your face don't seem right
Cos' you work at the bank
And spent all your cash
And you think you're better than everyone you pass
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5. |
I Feel Fine
02:39
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Wake up, mornin'
Someone's talkin'
Eyelid sinkin'
Wrinkle on my skin
Is this my home?
I don't think so
No more pay phones
I'll walk myself home
Do you know me?
I don't recall last night
With arms stretched out and a bruise on my side
But I don't know where it came from
Cell phone, wallet, valet ticket
PR agent, she's a delinquent
I've not but you have been to rehab
I'll drink, you pour
Don't want no more
Do you know me?
I don't recall last night
With arms stretched out and a bruise on my side
But I don't know where it came from
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6. |
Month End
03:52
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Draw the red lines
Plant the land mines
Train your blue-eyed man
Numbers and figures
Brand new features
Keep them in demand
Timing is everything
Timing is everything
Everything is time
Profit is everything
Profit is everything
Everything in line
All the people
Want it simple
Money in our hands
You will have to play by our rules
Rule with an iron hand
Timing is everything
Timing is everything
Everything is time
Profit is everything
Profit is everything
Everything in line
Tell them everything
Tell them everything
Tell them everything is fine
Profit is everything
Timing is everything
Everything in line
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7. |
Don't Wanna Be
01:51
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In the back room at the end of the hall
There they talk like they know nothing at all
They wear black shirts off the rack at the mall
Marching forward, waiting for an applause
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
I get red face when I drink too much
I get real tired of falling in love
On the TV, don't like the way that they talk
And how it changes the way that I walk
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
Don't wanna be anyone else that I know
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8. |
In a Bad Way
03:21
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Skin on skin, a leg draped over a leg
I don't know him, I don't think I wanna stay
I came unprepared, I came here unannounced
I came for a bag, I came here for an ounce
Cos' I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
The ground you walk is made up of all the people you talk down to
And yet, I still wanna talk to you
Cos' I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
I want to be in a bad way, in a bad way
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9. |
No Accountability
02:47
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Somebody's hurtin'
But it isn't my fault
I could ease your burden
But it isn't my call
Lessons and learnin'
But it wasn't my fault
Seasons are turnin'
But it isn't my call
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
The city is burnin'
But it isn't your fault
Violently swirlin'
But it isn't your fault
Your words keep on hurtin'
But it isn't your fault
They have an aversion
And it isn't your call
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
There is nobody talkin'
And nobody walkin', and nobody ownin'
It's nobody's fault
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10. |
Sometimes
04:26
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Sometimes I, sometimes I need some space
Sometimes I, sometimes I lose the race
Sometimes I, sometimes I like to complain
Sometimes I, sometimes I show restraint
Sometimes I, sometimes I forget your name
Sometimes I, sometimes I can't explain
Sometimes I, sometimes I like the mundane
Sometimes I make up words to fill the space
Sometimes I...Sometimes I...
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