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reckless head in clouds
falling off the ground
makes a silly sound
no one is around
to hear it stomp the floor
watching hearts ripped out
making all the crowd
from the TV screen
rejoice
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husk / parasite / coffin
04:42
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what you've been up to?
i haven't seen your face in a while
i'm sorry for the missing time
couldn't reach the phone to call you
i watched you grow and now we're far apart
youth was just a mountain to climb
i wish i had the energies to keep in touch
but i'm just a husk
/
even the prettiest flower won't stand still,
won't breathe
if attached to a parasite,
it'll turn to the other side
growing in sickness
will let you down,
won't let you feel
it'll shut you off
and i'll wear you out
it'll wear you out.
(it wears you out).
/
this room feels like a coffin
there's no fun in here
no sun in here
only the miracle
of your laugh
erases all the pain
makes me feel again
when it appears
on your face:
rampant grace
who knows
the ways
to my heart?
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took the boys out of town
for a ride
went to see the stars
on a field stained dark
gazing up
a naught-colored sky
pitch black in my mind
all my guts are twined
chills down my spine
when you laugh
guillotine-like sound
i kiss your eyes
don't cry
it's just the sky,
it keeps falling down
pitch black in my mind
all my guts are twined
pitch black doesn't mind
just get back in time
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they have brought me into
so much pain i do
keep beliving that
this is a deja vu
how do we fit into
this strange world
of which we are the issue?
the point is
where do i belong
the point is
i try to get along
with the people i met
but the people i met
they're not you,
they're not you
i ran out of luck
i watched a movie
and i cried
alfredo says: "don't give in to nostalgia"
and i cried. like a baby, oh i...
spent the whole night
thinking about the places i've left behind
oh god, let me be somewhere else
i'll trade my loved ones
to be where i fit in, nonetheless...
please god!
let me be someone else!
i'll trade my biggest fears for
anything else, for anything else
for anything else.
the point is:
wher do i belong?
the point is:
that i try to get along
with the people i met
but the people i met
they're not you
they're not you
i've been here and there
and everywhere
and all these places
are made of sand
they smell like my mother's
hands
on a summer day
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we used to wake
early in the morning
and wear the same
livid rage coloured dress
but now you don't
share a meal
now you don't
share the meanings
we gave to words.
instead you say my words
are an awful waste of ink.
funny since we only argue
by the phone.
our texting lights up
our lonely faces in the nights
where we won't
share a meal
like we did when the
meanings we gave to words
were the same
and all my inked letters were
the only ones
you'd read.
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presagio triste
01:54
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now that my eyes are sinking in tears
and my sight is foggy like
in the nightmares
where i'm haunted by ghosts of dead queens
now that i can't remember my name
or the streets that i usually take
would you help me remember
what's your doorbell, again?
will i see you again?
will i dream of you
again?
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the crisis help
says i'll find some peace if i
breathe in, breathe out
but i can't try as i'm paralyzed
and all these folks, they gaze at me
and say i lack of empathy, i am no good
i can't feel anything
my fortuneteller says they are right
and maybe i should just abide and try
to fix my pride
but i am crushing my grief
under the weight of my disbelief
well, given that i can't hide
i need some sort of sweet comfort
to pacify my inner chaos
but all these folks, they expect me to
behave like they would do, they
say i'm frantic but i can be good
all this pressure is going to bend
forever these fragile shoulders carrying
on the weight of all this fucking world
but i am crushing my grief
under the weight of my disbelief
i'm chewing through my sorrow
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hey there mr. trombone
02:07
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hey there little trombone
how did you get a house of your own?
a house with a beautiful porch and a wife
it's like we dreamed when we were alive
well then, would you invite,
this poor aching soul inside of your side
i will just cry and get in a fight
with all of the ducks in your pond of versailles
hey there little trombone
how did you get a house of your own
a house that happens to be so boring
just like you do: no more human being
you're right i've had a few drinks,
but that doesn't mean you're not still boring
you have got no more stories to tell
aside from the dad jokes that you've learned
so well
i'll get out of this party
i'm not in the mood cause i'm in a hurry
i'm in a hurry cause i don't want be
growing so old like the friends u got here
well, then, mr. trombone
have so much fun with your neighborhood
all of the stink of coffin made me
puke all the youth i've got left to live
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11. |
our lonely lives
03:40
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loneliness is a state of mind
why can't i relate to any of my kind?
you're the only thing that
makes me feel real
glad i'm alive.
the warmth of your body
cools all my fears
so tonight i will be
moving inside of you
trying to get fucked real good
forget all the drama
and dance with the moon
only to find
i'm not in the mood
tonight will be special
i will behave, i'll smile with some grace
using the right words
trying to be nice
my little lone star will shine
shine so much brighter than the other ones
but i will be safe
i will be good
only if i get away from the
haze of this crowded room
trying to get fucked up good
forget all the drama
and dance with the moon
only to find
i'm still not in the mood
loneliness is a state of mind
wherever you are, even in a crowd
alienating, feeling blue
when the sun is gone
i disappear into you
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