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Thanks to those, for staying |
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I must admit, it's all |
| [01:16.583] |
Never to far off to bite you |
| [01:21.112] |
But she's still strung out and longing for the |
| [01:28.677] |
|
| [01:29.176] |
Temperamental guidance metamorphacizing |
| [01:35.257] |
Small sounds from the dead |
| [01:42.562] |
Brought to all you crazy cusses |
| [01:45.831] |
|
| [01:46.581] |
Leaning against the one wing, |
| [01:49.096] |
Killing off the last king, |
| [01:50.865] |
Coughing up the old love, |
| [01:52.616] |
Smoking through a back door |
| [01:55.144] |
Smoking |
| [01:58.921] |
Straight me out, |
| [02:00.438] |
My train |
| [02:00.998] |
Moves my morons over to you |
| [02:04.276] |
Slip and slide, i'm an arm and a gas |
| [02:08.047] |
At least my water gets hot, |
| [02:10.063] |
And lifts all my little heads up to you |
| [02:15.107] |
I'm in search for a door, |
| [02:17.367] |
I can't calm the jealous oceans of life, |
| [02:22.654] |
From the head of a spore |
| [02:25.168] |
|
| [02:26.736] |
How's it going there my sweet-heart? |
| [02:30.756] |
I see, you're wearing pink today. |
| [02:36.835] |
How does the new dress lead you? |
| [02:41.110] |
Who is wearing who today? |
| [02:46.658] |
|
| [02:47.657] |
And the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you, |
| [02:55.973] |
Of the stocking that go tight around those legs. |
| [03:10.328] |
|
| [03:10.830] |
If you want to bleed me, |
| [03:15.616] |
If you don't, i'll do |
| [03:20.660] |
Long as you see me, |
| [03:25.739] |
Long as i see you |
| [03:31.276] |
|
| [03:31.535] |
Temperamental guidance metamorphasizing |
| [03:36.639] |
Small sounds from the dead |
| [03:46.290] |
Brought to all you crazy cusses |
| [03:50.569] |
|
| [03:50.819] |
Need to have it's, back stabbing, |
| [03:52.835] |
Free-loading, psychiatric horse rides, |
| [03:55.104] |
Rythem-raping, corprate backed, slack-jawed, |
| [03:58.875] |
Monkey pawin', flex-tokin' sadists in the corner- |
| [04:01.652] |
|
| [04:02.657] |
Cause when the baby caves, i'm in, |
| [04:05.931] |
Through the middle of all i've been |
| [04:07.743] |
While i'm writing this, my head feels slow, |
| [04:12.278] |
The smoke over my head- |
| [04:15.806] |
Combing through my fine hairs, something, |
| [04:18.831] |
I almost see them choke |
| [04:22.354] |
|
| [04:22.860] |
Thanks to those for staying |
| [04:31.666] |
I must admit it's all |
| [04:41.486] |
Never too far off to bite you, |
| [04:46.024] |
Cause she's still strung out and longing |
| [04:52.828] |
Maybe you got me, |
| [04:55.101] |
But i'm still strung out and longing |
| [05:01.404] |
|
| [05:04.182] |
For the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you, |
| [05:13.004] |
Of the temperamental guidance, |
| [05:18.544] |
Metamorphasizing small sounds from the dead, |
| [05:27.338] |
Brought to all you crazy cusses. |
| [05:31.885] |
|
| [05:32.462] |
Shakin' like the main-frame, not warning, |
| [05:35.488] |
Like they're milking- |
| [05:36.990] |
All the sharp tanked slinkies, milling, |
| [05:39.012] |
Holding up the banner- |
| [05:40.271] |
For a mop-made shaky, tearing, |
| [05:42.291] |
Pulling at the hammer, |
| [05:42.610] |
-Off a loose nail, binter banter, |
| [05:46.133] |
-Hopin', groovin' to the music, |
| [05:48.148] |
-Pushin' out the tree stain, |
| [05:50.154] |
Choppin' hooves to cinders, |
| [05:52.173] |
-Lilly-hoppin' through the window- |
| [05:53.679] |
Of a forced face for fixin', |
| [05:55.693] |
-Find my five arms dancin', |
| [05:57.714] |
In the worm-light, duckin' up- |
| [05:58.261] |
The fast-wheel spinnin', |
| [06:00.529] |
Likely on my way to waking up to mushrooms, |
| [06:03.297] |
-Tweaking, peeping beeps |
| [06:05.297] |
Between the spine, the sparks, |
| [06:07.297] |
And separations |
| [06:09.297] |
Of your new life |
