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Opener
03:47
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I'll never be the man that I wanna be
if I keep dragging my feet at every turn
Manic depressive, I'm compulsive obsessive
I'm becoming a mess, I'll never learn
It's harder to breathe with all the leaves on the trees
I've got a wheat allergy, or so I'm told
But I don't mind, I see my friends all the time
and they get harder to find as you get old
You've got to question all the company you keep
Do your friends stop you from sleeping at night?
So much investment in all the confidence you preach
Only follow the path if it feels right
So much congestion, all the pains in my chest
suggest that I'm not the best I've ever been
Maybe I should eat less food and drink less booze
and prove to you I'm not a waste, I've got all that it takes
Constantly conflicted about who I am
and still I don't understand
I've got it all in my hands
Should I let it go?
Trickle down the road
Through the overgrowth
Into the stream it goes
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Three Nil
03:11
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Send me to sleep
'Cause I don't wanna be
in this endless repeat of all the things that I don't wanna see.
I just wanna dream
for eternity
about football teams and all the things that make me happy
Why am I so unorganised?
If I keep my eyes shut and fixed on the prize
then maybe one day we'll be in paradise
We're dead on the inside
But on the outside we're something else
I walked out of the tube station and waited for the bus driver to finish his cigarette so that we could all get on board and he could start the engine.
I sat facing backwards looking only at where I'd been and not where I was going and a sense of non-interest and disappointment flooded my brain.
I couldn't wait to get home to carry on feeling this way. But once I was at home I would be alone and more comfortable, and my eyes wouldn't be bouncing around in my head like the numbers on the national lottery.
Why am I so unorganised?
If I keep my eyes shut and fixed on the prize
then maybe one day we'll be in paradise
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Closed Book
01:21
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I woke up with a sense of self hate
Open to the idea that I'm a closed book
As the milk from that coffee curdles in my stomach
and I look down at my body
It's detached and intangible
and all it really wants is to be left alone
Yeah you always look the wrong way
I'm not boring. I've been here for days
Still you always ignore me
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Pyric Salamander
02:46
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Corinthians on the table with heads as big as mine
Simply told it's a fable: how to lose a mind
Stalactite all night
Hanging from and onto sentiments best left behind
The wily alabaster
Moonlight refracts through the grey
Orchestrating hallucinations
That tree looks like a face and it's late
Break it
Submit to failure
Running home's the final straw
No more messing about
The pyric salamander keeping the black dogs at bay
All the day's small humiliations making certain they stay...
...awake
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Checking messages
Telic friendships
Did you do enough?
Did you say the right things?
So unusual
Orson Welles and Method Man
Mean it
Do you mean it?
I've got chalk on my boots
Sorry
You don't know what you mean
Receding like the waves
When your hair's all gone
Serenity will drift back in
I hope you get there
I hope you get there
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