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Tin Rumble
03:31
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A witness today, now that your heart is running out
Now that your heart is running on outside of you
But it's okay, I'll go without a sound
It's alright, I know I'm coming down
A withered state, you leave me on the ground
The words I say when there's no one else around
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2. |
Keep It Alive
03:46
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You're crawlin' up on the ceiling tonight
Like you got a EpiPen jabbed in your soul
'Cause when I'm down down down
It's hard to bear it
And when you shine so bright
That it sears my skin
Credit and drywall, no time to repair it
Like a fun fun fun kick in the shins
Know you keep it alive
You know you keep it alive
Call it animal freedom tonight
Like you're gonna
Burn that cold marrow down in your bones
'Cause when the feeling's gone
You know you can't repair it
You gotta burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down
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Paper Weight
04:50
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Felt the chafed skin of day
Held my breath and floated away
Silhouette tethered to the sky
Gives density to sunburned eyes
I don't know if feet of stone
Can stand alone on nothing
A nowhere home will never grow
No matter what you feed it
Crop circles and used cars
Even when I loved you
It still felt this far
Parking lots, paper weighted down
I picture your voice
Forget how you sound
I don't know if feet of stone
Can stand alone on nothing
A nowhere home will never grow
No matter what you feed it
Demon screamin'
Out through dreamin'
Night through company
Screening jump cut memories
Picking out the Christmas tree
Peeling skin in flat humidity
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4. |
Free Energy
02:08
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In a parking lot
Wrapped in sprawl
Soft through the window
Sound of strip-mall tears
And I feel my brain blend through it all
On an August day
Buzzing at the core
Taste of fluorescence
Shines through dog years
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5. |
Lift Labor
03:56
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You know I hate to see the end of things
I wanna be reborn again in spin-offs
A cathode dream replayed on LED
All this silence in the day
How to fill the space?
Too much to say
Feel so tired from sleeping in
Beneath the morning wave
As I start again
Climbing trains and getting stoned
Truck-stop meat and motor oil
And we didn't let time waste away
Don't feel the weight of lost years
All this silence in the day
How to fill the space?
Too much to say
Feel so tired from sleeping in
Beneath the morning wave
As I start again
Summer driving
Bare feet frying
Down on the ground, down on the ground
House plants dying
Wild vines climbing
Back to the ground, back to the ground
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