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lies
02:37
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where were you when i was standing
in the dark
you were laughing with your friends
and i don't know where you're going
your words peel off, fall on the floor
or did they mean anything at all?
hey you what are you standing for?
comfortably hiding behind your best smile
you don't fool no one
carry on ignoring, carry on pretending
carry on golden words, carry on promises
carry on
lies
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where you see sadness i just see beauty
no weeping no complaining
minor can be a key to happiness
that's it i just prefer climbing mt zion to falling down in albion
your joy is your sorrow unmasked
you're suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy
but i say unto you, they are inseparable
only when you are empty are you standstill and balanced
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flee
03:10
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escaping will never help you
fleeing never saved you
they just comfort you in your
fears
fake timidity doesn't protect you
it just prevents you from making the change
you pretend you've been working
on
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4. |
dust
02:19
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sitting here
i could almost believe
i am the king of this land
but the king is back today
and from his swinging hatchet
flies my head
buckets of blood
flowing in the air
casting red shadows
in the burning sand
yes i killed
yes i committed sins
murdered mothers parents and daughters
in their own burning house
but i won't fight, no i won't fight
no no no, not even fight
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the infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind.
the sheer number of experiences i could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and i'm sitting here refreshing my inbox.
we live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us.
we see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms.
we act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
and no, i don't have all the answers.
i don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become.
but i do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold.
it doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations.
it doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
this is very important, so i want to say it as clearly as i can:
fuck. that. shit.
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6. |
twenty
01:01
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and if you don't mind
there will lie my hand
caressing your skin
flirting with your hips
then you will wake up
yawning your best smile
insulting the sun
stretching in the light
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7. |
joker
02:25
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what the fuck
why are we
so complicated?
brooding in my bed
trying, hoping for something
that just won't happen
the more i think
the more i sink
and damn my own fears in your sorry eyes
go slow
take our time
bear with me
we'll sort it out
patiently
with some talks
i hope some laughs
beneath the sheets
go slow
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8. |
lost
02:09
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as always
run into, run away, run over, run out of, run out on, run though me
at your turn
turn away, turn around, turn me down, turn aside, turn to me, turn me on
and you turn and you run
we'd get lost on our way
if there was such a thing
i'm glad it's just a joke
where lost is the one way
so keep laughing out loud
we're lost
every single moment of our days
still we can't help trying to find our way
still we're lost
not desperately lost, just naturally lost
so keep on always laughing out loud
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this is not an exit
01:43
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patrick batemans smiling from their daily workout
yuppies without a name, yuppies without a face
what's in their minds? what's on their grins?
could they all carry
fine combs in their wallets
stained hundred dollar bills
girls bloods on their silk shirts
eyeballs in the briefcase
fear and loathing in their heart
— if they have any —
abandon all hope ye who enter here
this is not an exit
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