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Hunger
02:18
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I used to think about art until I heard the dinner bell ring. I used to think about swings and everything.
I will do so, Ah well go and do so, Ah well just do so, for I just don't care anymore.
Can't you see how happy I am? I said, can't you see how unhappy I am?
Free of you, free of you, free of you for I just don't care any more.
(inaudible)
Now I don't think about anything at all, hunger is just a reminder of my mortality.
Now I don't think anymore, I heard the dinner bell ringin'.
Free of you I just don't care anymore, I don't care any more.
Leave me alone, for I just don't care anymore.
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Karoshi
03:19
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Frozen vomit on the sidewalk I saw shooting stars alone for the first time tonight.
The mundane he bid us an Irish goodbye, hysteria walk instead of keeping it in.
*Unintelligible*
Beige Circus, Iron Giant, the tomb of Fallen Bees (x4)
The Mundane he bids an Irish goodbye, Hysteria walks instead of keeping it in.
More is spoken in silence, grander, sweeter than flower leggings. You still suppose I mean to share things with you. No, no more.
Swatting flies and birds out of the desert air it's painted red and there's anger in it, arms long and rusted wailing not frustrating, shake and bake the sandbox, lovingly the giant tussles our dried hair.
A life isn't a life at all if doesn't go church, forget about the Eastern Strange Fruit, no sudden start, scared or reactant lurch a life is worthless if it doesn't go to church.
The giant plays and splashes in the sand, he may crush an ant or two and we look, shrug. A life is worthless if it doesn't go to church (2x)
Karoshi, may my ambition claim me, that the Iron Giant will forever prosper.
Biege Circus Iron Giant the Tomb of Fallen Bees (2x)
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Purple Kids
02:58
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Breaking inside of my head, getting your tan lines on my bed, I become a second hand stroking your hair.
You see that mournful on your old grace, on your hazy Italian face, and you say to yourself, "Man, where's the funeral at?"
But you gave it up long ago in a way you couldn't know, until it was far too late. And now I'm crashing down in the dumps looking for gold and searching for answers I can't find, and there you are leaving me behind.
And I'm a second-hand-strokin' your hair, playing the fiddle to life's great mystery. But I remember when you were young you'd sit next to me.
I guess it's when time passes, and with this fact, I must accept that all great things must be. I just wish that it was a part of me.
Purple Kids (2x)
But I remember when you were young you'd sit next to me.
And I'm a second hand stroking your hair, playing the fiddle to life's great mystery.
But you won't go as far to say as I love you.
I remember when you were young you'd sit next to me.
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The Moon
03:06
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We let go of each other to run our separate ways, though summer gets closer these are indeed the shortest days.
I say let me go, run the other way. Mid-morning haze this will paint the sullen eyes the bruised cheek. I've no time for someone so weak.
Let me go run the other way, let's be friends another day.
Your's is a face I know quite well and I'd like to change that (2x)
I'll write my poetry, you sing an olden style, you can't listen worth a mile.
If I could I'd give you the moon, but I can't, so I won't.
The moon is close, the moon is close and the world burns today (4x)
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