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Cameras and Photos
03:30
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the cameras and photos that lay in my bed they're sore from the movies they shoot in my head and all of the distorted figures in these scenes they pick up their parts when they start to feel mean they hold my head hold me down to my bed with my belly aching but no appetite its a bitter sweetness when i'm saying my goodnight cause in the morning time i'm waking up on my knees with the night behind me blood running from my dreams they hold my head hold me down to my bed
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Glass
03:12
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no heart made of stone he's got a heart made of glass and he's staring out the window looking at the past its the future he avoids cant feel it sink into the dream so when it appears in the panes he puts his hands to his lips to cover up the voice just a vigil pair of eyes to navigate the haze they keep him wet in all the weather soak him through the days its a prison guard position like everything to do in vain bright lights fortunate I know you yea bright lights on the rise he doesn't see them there all his thoughts are adding up together disguising every glare and they appear with every tide culminate sheets of rain its a prison guard position like everything to do in vain bright lights fortunate I know you want it I know you got it
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Stare at the Ground
03:07
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I thought I knew my place I thought I knew my time grabbing a hold of my roots I have got my whole damn life no matter what your pace you simply drain away its always in the race don't ever cross that line so I guess i'll stare at the ground and try to learn something about people by their feet and when you shuffle around does it feel like your dancing to this on repeat? so don't you crave it all even when it burns your time and when your feeling tall you still walk in line but when your on your knees the crowd will drift away if your o.k. with that go ahead and have your say me i guess ill stare at the ground and try to learn something about people by their feet and when you shuffle around does it feel like your dancing to this on repeat
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Pretender
03:21
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hats and glasses short stare glances burning with a tireless sheen words and phrases coded language hats and glasses got it all locked down pretender what do you see? pretender I don't see a thing stepping forward your own prized possession your mind is bleeding on the wet ground your timed and measured poised for nothing stance is burning could you step down now pretender what do you see? pretender I don't see a thing pretender what could you be? as your drift on down the street
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Out on your Shoulders
04:30
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out on your shoulders singing like a bird in a tree feeling sour as I'm begging you on my knees somehow I lost my way out there out in the jungle when the rain stops ill be where? if I'm out on your wire singing now bare a free high as a tower fulfilling up every need and that's when I lost my way out there out in the jungle when the rain stops ill be where?
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99 cents store
03:28
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he lifts his hands up from the paper just laughs and then puts the cigarette out holds in a shudder as he feels it breaking across the street from the 99 cents store torn like a sheet when he hears the sirens am i born in to a world that has no soul? no opinions now can deliver much meaning across the street from the 99 cents store
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Burning Building
03:28
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got no satisfaction hunting even if I'm getting kills so I'm carving out the insides because I've got no other thrills if I could find peace in the sunrise she helps me soften up the screaming I'll let it fill me like the ocean where the tears fall out streaming I've got a pain that's running straight on from my toes up to my eyes I feel like a burning building with my heart trapped up inside and if this is the summation of all that I've got here with my time then I'm feeling rather speechless could you help me with a line
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Without a thing
04:10
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the walls are getting wet I am insurrected the power of a body is its own motif the walls are getting wet I am impervious without a thing between me I'll say it one more time as the sounds are caving in and you've got nothing more that you believe in because I can no longer scrape down the floor of this track as you sit in the stands and throw your money down I am on my flower picked hands and knees are you comfortable bridging the gap between a big black hole to slip into the light? and do you picture your self handful plucked faces marred from the all to true I am on my flower picked hands and knees just throw your money down I'm on my flower picked hands and knees do you picture yourself handful plucked? I'm on my flower picked hands and....
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Shut the Door
04:19
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in the close light something visible affecting imagery misshapen loose and your tongue a clasped hand a bit intruding when we're shaken all to the ground when they all say shut the door kill the lights between the train tracks and the river is where I laid my head to shiver when the dawn came nothing deniable it shook me down to the ground as I hear them say shut the door kill the lights
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Hole Puncher
06:23
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my finger nails in the sunlight scrape the symbols from the street signs and scratch my name into the mirrors and I'm writing down all the numbers in the hall just to call them and say "hello my name is nothing" hole puncher you've got a smirk that say's it all I'm hearing sounds in the ally like my voice but over crowded I cant make out the tune its singing I thought about all your tricks full of holes the song is listless I hear them but you won't admit this hole puncher you've got a smirk that say's it ..
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Compra Y Venta Los Angeles, California
Compra Y Venta is an LA-based band known for their unorthodox approach to songwriting and a heavily psychedelic, angular, desert rock sound.
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