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Map to Prep vs. Punk
06:16
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it's a reaction
please don't
it's just hard to
breathe
it fails to bring
anything at all
it's a drag
to be in this
situation
but i am
and i will
make the best
of it
like i
always have.
i know
it's hard to change
about this mistake
this mistake
this mistake
and it's hard
and it's hard
today
today
forget
this day today
remember for
has to pretend that i love you
i speak to my father's
mother
not because i love she
but because she loved me
i hold on to the money to
sticks to my hands and knees
she loved she loved she loved
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hey hey hey
why am i so anxious
i got run like the mother
all the time all the time
i speak to my father's mother
not because i loved her
but because she loved me
found in a deluge
filled to the brim
like a tipping mug
spilling and spilling
her lungs caught her up
up to her and they coughed
they spelled out her chords
and laughed her name out loud
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
it's so different
to tell
i've got a name
it's so different
it's typical
and i don't know
i on i lost on myself
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Who Tears the Lion?
06:47
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who feels real on
hysterical sand castles
he's his mother's down
and waving nipple tassels
can he speak for
the bright lights on pentagons
or at his core
a mulberry feeding lawn
but if you would think
for a little while
there's a little boy who had to
grow up inside
there's a little boy who had to
grow up inside
of all of this
i can hear his thoughts
just like they were popped balloon bubbles
salamander droughts
fake his ways and tears through a stubble
i just have to think
at the heart of this
i've always thought
it'd be a simple fix
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i swallow my
purple insight
when i
go to bed at night
and sometimes some people
just get tired of
hearing what you
have to say
withering chimeras and leaking gas
of a psychiatrist's straining eyes
believe you me
what i have seen
has gifted me
as i ask him for a plan
so frantically, blackened reddened air.
funereal and tinging green
i try to see the dimming scene,
and the road begins to tear
a curve, a drift,
so suddenly, so suddenly
a curve, a drift
so suddenly, so suddenly
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Poltroon Denmark
