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you love to hear it
01:01
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We hate to say it
Radio Riot
Psychic flab on fire
We slam a glass door
Gelatinous mixture
Depression machismo slip
We gesture neuroses
Ring around red eyes
Outside this outsider clique
We listen to my sinus squeaking
Problematic playlist sequence
Carefree bad dream
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17
01:14
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Seventeen flashing lights
You could sink your teeth into the sky
What you did treats you mean
You can stick a needle in your eye
Seventeen in the back
You don't get a chance to take it back
What you did holds you down
You don't get a chance to take it down
And you can put your faith in time
But you don't get a chance to change your mind
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Family, Dollar
01:45
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Breathtaking damage on the news
Have you ever seen the underside of glamour?
It might take a hundred years
If I had a camera
For every warning
I would justify the bird's-eye view
After this commercial breaks the blues
Unjust buffet to hold
Have you ever seen the fluffy underbelly?
It would shake you to your core
The horn of plenty is moldy: overflowing till
The store inside the store is a wonder to behold
When your body is a temple to a joyful dying world
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Weaving a Nice Basket
03:06
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He said, "I was there but I wasn't. I would see people but I didn't."
He said, "I hold the self-hate hole, the hole about my art."
He said, "I hold the self-hate hole, the hole about my art."
She said, "The video is not about you."
Digital delay Christmas lights
My flashlight eases the smoke break
My false kind falls when I remember
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I pour the dregs out
of my carafe of sludge,
tamp down the soil by
a eucalyptus tree.
There is a hive of bees
and a swirl of dust.
We fill a plastic can
from a pile of mulch.
There is a chill
undermines a human touch.
We set the woods on fire
when the touch goes cold.
There is an ad campaign,
it's a ash can school,
like, "If you like this,
then all your dreams come true."
There is a searchlight
flashes on the leaves,
where there's a line with guns
around the property.
I keep away from
all the people I see
who crave validation
from authority.
*
Say the line
The tree line
On the other line
Say the quote
Scare quotes
Like your own grim post
Just say what you desire
Say it to your own device
O the lonely pleasures sweet
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