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Changing
02:55
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The corner people are out on the squares, feeding the devil with greetings. The pale kids and their hunting knifes, whirling, looking for meaning. The chemical war inside my body will never come to an ending. And there's no time, not enough time to unfold what's worth defending. You say it's me that's changing, I say it's the rest of the world. An OK day, truly truly, but something lurks in that tree. Makes the leaves a bit less green and the end is all I can see. I used to say OK and shrug my shoulders, always went with the flow. And now I'm here, a walking time bomb, hoping for a fuse to blow.
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Champ
01:34
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Don't wanna walk the grown up's lane. Don't wanna be the cause of your shame. Don't wanna lose myself while winning your game. I wanna roll my rocks in clay, I wanna ride the manta ray, I wanna do what Dreaming Drew gets to do. So please don't come home, 'cause I'm growing when you're gone. And please don't get me wrong; I am another kid in this song!
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View from the Sidewalk
03:17
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Significant smile. I'm alive today. Into the mouth of denial you throw your waste. 'Cause I reloaded my hope. A ticket back home. Another trivial clone. Your body is not a transport anymore, it's a drone. A view from the sidewalk. A view a view a view. A view of you a view. Of you a view of you. Of you of you of you.
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Popgun
03:04
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Eat my bread, drink my wine. Feeling fine, play and shine. I'll keep you safe, keep you warm. Nothing can do you harm. Prison cake, give and take. Fill a tub and swim the lake. Joel and the weeping dad, riders of the breakfast nag. Deck the cage and practice on your rage.
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This time I'll do it better. This time I'll do it right. This time I'll help no one. This time there will be no fight. Don't wanna be like the others. You threw me up on a wagon with clowns. I didn't mean to offend you, I just got lost in the haze of nouns. Kids in the sinister spin.
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Sponge Boy
02:53
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala. It is a tic. Tick-tock. Time is running away. Pick any fight. Swim, swim! Time is running away. Dreams of memories that aren't mine. Or is it empty, the swelling mind? Sponge boy. He'll kick you in the gut.
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Sunday Night Riff
02:24
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Tape head staggering through a life. Avoiding lightning and cracked ice. The snow man's son is on the run. Chose a life in the sun. Time is a cannibal but I'm blessed with toxic days. It's yet another sunday. I miss you.
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Dog, Paper, Submarine Malmö, Sweden
Roller coaster. A manic depressive sponge. Evil Santa Claus. You can't bark at the far side of the moon. The continuing story of Talking To Teapots? Not quite. A new child with a pure mind.
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