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Marathon
01:46
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Bitter fruit, best to let it wither. If it was sweet I don't deserve it either. Always taught to pick & hand it over. Toxic thoughts are such a good controller. There's no way out. There's no way out, but I'm getting nervous & I wanna run. How'd I get these thorns in my heart? How'd I catch a real glimpse of you? It made me want to play a part. It made me want to mean something to you. There's no running away. There's no running away. Pulling all these thorns from my heart. Brave enough to reach out to you. I'm happy that I play a part, building a life with you. The sweetest fruit for you I deliver, share it with you over & over.
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Rumble
01:38
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Improvise 'cause I broke another heartstring & old girl's got nothing to sing. I like to think I keep it in a vice but this brain's a roll of the dice. When everything I'm holding down hits what I hold myself up to, will it start a landslide or can I just change my point of view? The weaver's veil is threadbare as hell now & I'm constantly mending with ears pricked to hear a little rumble in an apocalypse pending. Is that the weight of the world or is it just my heavy heart? Gonna take some time sometime to fall apart... Let it all unravel. Yeah, burn the fucker down. I won't pull my punches. No, not this time around. And I know I lost my patience, look for it every day. When you push someone past the brink there's bound to be some hell to pay.
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Strich
02:05
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If it was meant to break then let it break. Yeah, I've been a lot of things but I'm not a mistake. Just like every little fish in the deep, blue sea stuck in this stark pond reality of small town ruts. Just try to get along. I see you turn the other cheek, turn tail & run. Every little fish in deep, blue sea stuck in this stark pond reality... We fall out. You more than let me down. I saw you take a stand, but it was just long enough to put your head in the sand. Box of rocks with all the good times gone. You think I should be grateful. You let me play along. Every little fish in the deep, blue sea trapped in a stark pond reality... We fall out. You more than let me down. I saw you take a stand, but it was just long enough to put your head in the sand. I'm letting go of all the time I wasted. Bright moments in a setting sun. I'm letting go of all the time I wasted. Lessons learned & the chapter's done.
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Blackout
02:26
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I've been reeling from the lack of not concealing all the lines I shouldn't take to the stage. I want a blackout. I've been dealing with the emptiness appealing to an audience that's sick of the play. They want a blackout. And if all the world's a stage, I'll bomb until my dying day. Yeah, I'll never try to pass high school drama class. What's my... my motivation?What's my line? Is stage left yours or mine? Ugly or revealing or appalling or intriguing oh it's all the same either way. I want a blackout. Still I get the feeling when the curtain leaves the ceiling that nothing's gonna change today. I need a blackout. I think I'll just lip-synch the monologue. Use the extra time to learn the fucking monkey-dog. Unveiled, uneasy. Raise a toast: "Remain seated. It's quite verbose..." Fingers tapping the bridge of the nose. The drain repeating, annoying the host.
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