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The Other One
04:45
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welcome back
i've imagined this moment more times than i'd like to admit
gather composure, let me reassemble it
and i've reconsidered, i think that i'd like to commit.
the sudden awareness of the position of my hands
and maybe it's stupid, but i can't, i can't
not think about it now;
stop thinking about it now.
you i'd miss
disregarding the voices that have been telling me "just anticipate winter"
and i'm convinced: these quick life-decisions are making it hard to predict.
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can you sleep any better now that he's gone?
spread over the ground; can you sleep sound?
my father said he was an evil man; my mother said "he's out to get us"
oh, what an awful nightmare.
simple life is what you want, i have a hard time grasping;
it seems you're addicted to the chaos.
no one knows peace, honestly speaking;
i think we all prefer the war.
there's nothing left to fear;
there's nothing left to hide here.
you call this "victory"; i call this "venom."
you call this "politics"; i call this "poison."
if i close my eyes, maybe it won't hurt so much;
if i close my eyes, maybe it won't be so dark
for the land of the free, and the home of brave.
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3. |
Jam
01:33
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4. |
Perú
05:03
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as the sun fades over the mountain side
the news broke, we cried;
for the man and his secrets that could not be kept
the sole reason we'd wept.
and then this happened
and it happened whether or not we can stand it
Child of an Unknown Name, what right did he have to put you to blame?
Child of an Unknown Name, the brief life that you had will not be in vain.
and all the cracks and seams are never what the seem to be;
and all the cracks and seams are never what they seem to be.
Child, rest in peace, that's all, that's all i could ever need.
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5. |
Dead Like Me
03:14
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i want to feel the mountains
underneath my feet;
i want to be surrounded
by people dead like me.
my friends all look like Frankenstein
and consequently, so do i;
we have to flee across state lines
to interven in the divine.
and we’ll be dead out in the valleys if we weren’t all dead already
and i am sorry for colonialism;
we’ll complain about our legs if we have any feeling in them
and can’t you tell, it’s hot as hell, so
shed your sweater, that’s the classic mafia rummage sale.
just look at my complexion we have to flee this land;
my calloused feet are broken and bleeding in the sand.
we’ll hide out in the churches now escape,
although we don’t know how;
we’ll thank the ones who helped us through
before this we were just like you.
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