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Drunk in Manayunk
04:31
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It's 2AM in late October
And it figures I'm awake wishing you could come over
But you are a figment of my imagination
I've got a powerful mind
And it writes in your eyes
And it traces your smile
And you stay for a while
But I know it's all fake
The curtain falls down
It's a hard thing to shake
When the candle burns out
And wherever you are in the world
I hope you wear your own crown
It's 3AM and you are sleeping
With every soft breath you take another secret you're keeping
I loved to sing you to sleep
And running away was your choice
I got a beautiful voice
And it cuts like a knife
I can hurt and destroy
But I'd rather sing nice
So I threw out my gun
Stuck my sword in the dirt
No more battles are won
By making weapons of words
But wherever you are in the world
I know my voice will be heard
It's 4AM and I am burned out
And I'm not gonna sleep because I realize that it turns out
That I am the problem
And you are not the answer
I am sharp as a tack
And I can cure every pain
Instead I'm sending them back
To the place they were made
They'll show up at your door
You'll collect them back in
Apply more postage and stamps
And mail them out once again
And wherever you are in the world I'm sure you're still full of shit
Fuck
That was weak
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2. |
Placed a Piece
04:16
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Wait for me
Wait for me there
Wait for me
Wait for me there
Staring at myself in the mirror
I'm not there
Traveling at the speed of life
I'm not scared
I would change my evil ways
If I could
People often say I'm great
But I'm not good
But you are
And I'm asking you to wait for me
Wait for me there
Wait for me
Wait for me there
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3. |
City Eats Souls
01:57
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I'll finally follow the sign that I knew all along
I'm signing up for a good time
I'm standing up for myself when I know that I'm wrong
I know it's about time that I fall
I walk away
I keep my peace
I only sing
I cannot speak
I haven't spoke my truth in a long time
How pathetic
I stopped believing my actions were more or less fate
I sold my soul at a discount
I didn't offer my truth until it was too late
Now I'm watching myself become all that I hate
I hold my breath
Wait for release
I only speak
I cannot think
I haven't pulled the "so long, here's a song" in a long time
I'm pathetic
I haven't spoke my truth in a long time
I'm pathetic
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4. |
Beast Come Back
01:23
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Beast come back
Don't run far
Guess I forgot to close the gate to the yard
Keep running on second thought
I find it funny I relate to the dog
Howling at the moon
Must it end so soon?
I wanna rip it up with you
I'm letting nature takes its course
I'm sitting passed out on the floor
I hate it
I want more
Beast got smacked by a car
I know it’s hard to see the road in the dark
I see your eyes
I hear your bark
I hope I never find your face by the skid marks
Howling at the moon
Must it end so soon?
I wanna rip it up with you
I'm letting nature takes its course
I'm sitting passed out on the floor
I hate it
I want more
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5. |
Ghost Gorl
02:24
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I wish my cat would stop fucking with the ghost gorl
Both running ‘round the foyer
And she’s pulling on her ringtail
Like she never even saw her
She thinks she has it all
As she walks right through the wall
Woah
I wish my cat would stop fucking with the ghost boi
Cuz he’s got a lot of problems
And he’s always feeling real coy
Cuz he knew he never solved ‘em
He thinks he has it all
Cuz he died and lost his gaul
Woah
I wish my cat would stop fucking with the ghost Mom
Just tryna find her children
She doesn’t hate her own son
Even though she wants to kill him
She thinks she has it all
But she watched her family fall
Woah
I wish my cat would stop fucking with the ghost Dad
Cuz he’s a big old asshole
He was always getting real mad
A real king of his castle
He knows he lost it all
Cuz he’s buried in the wall
Woah
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
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