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the cowboy (intro)
01:01
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like a dream (bluet)
02:41
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and it should feel like a dream, a couple of fishies keen swimming round in the sea. seems kind of small to me, in subtle ways it's moving in i can't commit i can't resist. a subtle change and my heads spins, i can't win and i can't miss.
all there is to play are guessing games, there's only so much honesty can say
i've got problems fixing my health, you see me dodging accepting myself. call me elusive i see you falling, we're amusing but i feel it dawning. and i don't do shit, don't see the morning. and we are moving to something more.
we are moving to something more and we don't do things anymore, it's held by shoestrings but i see no flaw, and it's not crucial to keep holding on.
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my ways (mask)
03:58
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eating it for breakfast, can't learn a lesson. how can i like questions, want to know what i'm thinking about. just keep on guessing, receive the message, always confessing we don't need to talk it out.
find something to say, i want it that way. what can i say about my ways?
what can i say, i want it my way. what would you say about my ways?
most of the time we leave the hive. you make things so easy, struggling to find what we're being, up all night all white. boys they took me with a pinch assault, friends took me for a careless fault.
what can i say? i want it my way, i see it all. a tear appears to fall because of my ways, but what can i say to make you feel safe and make you feel sane and make you feel right and make you feel something?
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blue eyes (crystal ball)
04:18
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you took your time coming out of your hole, youve been up all night now youre rolling down the road with your cigarette, youre looking kind of old
and your hair still wet.. drying in the cold.
so take the seeds and plant them in my head, watch them grow into a maze. i need some help, to guide me through, ive been stuck in here for days.
you say you wont but i think i can, you said you dont want to be a man
well i understand
i want to believe theres something in the sky, its rotting inside my dreams. right over sleep is the wave im riding high, saves me from the bottom of the sea
that first deep breath on a winter morning, you look like death and im still yawning, blue under your eyes, and theyre sunken in, you can read my mind, so let it begin.
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new fever all spells recommends:
my boys. raw as hell and super interesting, released way before i began drumming with them i might add.
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