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I Wanna Be Your Caveman
01:54
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I know you live caveman
I wanna be your caveman
My eyebrows shadow over my eyes
I know you like caveman
I wanna be your caveman
If it was up to me you'd be my caveman wife
I know you like dancers
I wanna be your dancer
I wanna show you all of my moves
I know you like dancers
I wanna be your dancer
With my caveman wife
We can dance all night
I know you like living
I wanna see you living
No promises if this don't go right
I know you like living
I wanna see you living
Don't feel too afraid
We're gonna die tonight
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2. |
309 Days
03:20
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In the spirit of feeling hope
The club collects for one more meeting
One more discussion to settle the score
As the longevity of time
Shorts Out
Like a frustrated kid who doesn't know where the
Where the limit is
The beauty of ignorance
But when it comes time
It will be our time
When it comes time
Their won't be any left
Somebody please help me to understand what it means
Crashing and burning the trial and error it leaves
I'll write
So carefully
With the hope it'd bring me joy
Show you every song
That's all I've wanted to do since you've gone
Fix on every note
Then we can listen to something else
Seems to me
Everything I've learned has slowly changed it's meaning throughout time
Love is three
Hundred and nine days until we die
And I don't like living here as much as you
No I can't do this I can't see this through
And all these things that we pushed on others to please her
And I can't stand to live in this house anymore
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3. |
Warsza
03:10
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You were sitting right
Across from me
And I acted like
I've Known you
Trembling cried
Apart from me
I'd hold you
Future dies
In front of me
As you cling to your
Last Breathes
Sunken eyes the
Atrophy
I'd hold you
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4. |
Morphine
02:17
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When the morphine rushes to your head
You won't feel any pain but you might just feel
Dead
I can't see
The sweet relief
Of dear morphine
MORPHINE
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I can't see far ahead
The fleas are biting me
They're far to small to listen to what I see
And the trees are falling down
Their branches hit the pavement
As a walking target finds it's way back home
Can I go home
I can't find the road
No I just can't see to far ahead
Let the solemn speak as they whisper gently
Yeah I've traded all I got
I left a little bit in my back
Buried it so deep it will erode
Where no one can
Find it
The fleas and maggots bit too many holes
And this sour straightened life line
Has taken me by landline
It called me telling me to reflect
Before I see the day after next
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