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Fight Inside
02:03
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Do you want to belong to the fight inside you / Do you want to belong to your every tear / Do you want to belong to the hole your time tears / I just want you to want to belong right here / Do you want to belong to the rhythm of your writhing / I just want you to want to belong right here
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Rabbit In A Foxhole
04:39
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Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright / Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright / Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright when you up and disappear / Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright when the reiki overflows / I had a dream I was everything / I had a dream I was everything to you / Don’t bleed to know, to find out, to reason / Don’t bleed to break out or break through / Don’t bet you’re wired to contain the right to go infra, to go ultra / Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright when you up and disappear / Don’t bleed to know that it will be alright when the reiki overflows / I had a dream I was everything / I had a dream I was everything to you / Holding on to naught but bravado / Like a rabbit in a foxhole
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Stringer Bell
04:51
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It ain’t working out / And a plan of action ain’t a solution now / It ain’t even a real thing / If you’re never up and out / Come on, pick a verb / And get your nervous open urge out of your system now / Yeah, give it a real turn / Before the burning of the past / And in a made up, paid off world / Where the rain won’t quell the fire / The only option then / Is starve it all of oxygen / And when I find my Tender Cords / I can populate the choir / We can set up on the shore / All lock arms and fall apart / Evaporate away now / We were never gonna burn here / Evaporate away now / Hey, unholy cow / Why would you blame your own alarm / On anybody else? / Get limber in limbo / Come on, and give it all you got / You let go to gain / Let the whole abnormal dawn / Herald a new refrain / Wake up all the newborn neurons / At last / And in a made up, paid off world / Where the rain won’t quell the fire / The only option then / Is starve it all of oxygen / And when I find my Tender Cords / I can populate the choir / We can set up on the shore / All lock arms and fall apart / Evaporate away now / We were never gonna burn here / Evaporate away now
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5. |
Do Si Do
00:34
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Compersion
04:29
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Worth The Wait
02:33
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One winter in one little life / Can come and go without the slightest touch of anything / Shown to be resembling delight / And though the most minuscule light / Can burst on through the cloudy sky and warm the edges of my mind / It doesn't happen all the time / So rest assured I'm well aware / The time we share and every loving stare into my eyes / It doesn't go unrecognised / I know, and I think you do know as well / That with you, I can walk through any living hell prepared / And I'm not going anywhere / And we might sometimes fail to understand / We both are holding out our shaking hands in desperate refrains / That doesn't mean we can't prevail / I love you more and more each time I ever think of being by your side / And any time I ain't / Is absolutely worth the wait / You're absolutely worth the wait
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8. |
The Committee Say Relax
04:36
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This is a warning / I’m gonna paint it for the rabid ones / This is a warning / For those who race against the setting sun / Don’t ever make it / Anything other than what’s going on / You’ll never break it / Never get absorbed in a panopticon / And all the while your little tributaries / Won’t trickle outward ever feeding off a sick disease / And all us little revolutionaries / Can shut the door on evermore and put our shit at ease / Embrace your failings / Drop all the makings, let the heart converse / No overcompensating / Not ever fearful of the Chorus Hearse / We became a pulsar / Became a pulsar when we fled the sound / Locked in a limbo / Nobody out there when we looked around / And all the while the sun had set and died / But there was nothing that we hadn’t done we could have tried / And though we always had each other’s backs / If we could do it all again I’d make us all relax
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Anything At All
04:09
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I ain’t angry anymore / Only disappointed / I ain’t passionate anymore / I’m only hopeful / I ain’t joyful anymore / But resilient / I ain’t living anymore / I ain’t living anymore / And I believe we’re put here / To try and understand something / But understand this: / I don’t understand / What’s going on / At all / I ain’t useful anymore / I’m only present / I ain’t welcome anymore / I’m only invited / I ain’t trying anymore / But I'm adapting / I ain’t living anymore / I ain’t living anymore / And I believe we’re put here / To try and understand something / But understand this: / I don’t understand / Not anything / At all
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Busting Out Of Earth
02:27
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Can you build a bigger brain / With your brain / Can you ever digitise the divine insane / Electrify the mind’s eye and get in the sky / Celestial anchorage, goodbye / The OS Eros / On board the SS Thanatos / Hauling a whole hoard of DNA RAM / Scanning the cosmos; the essence of man / It ain’t a rehearsal, it ain’t a hearse / Quest of the orphans of the universe / Cruising the stars unencumbered by meat / Dysmorphia never felt so sweet / Can you build a bigger brain / With your brain / Can you ever digitise the divine insane / Electrify the mind’s eye and get in the sky / Celestial anchorage, goodbye
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11. |
TV Will Go On Forever
03:56
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