1. |
Split
03:20
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Let's go get split
In Letter Letter Land.
We got beatdowns,
Clowns,
And fuck arounds.
Cocaine,
Pure pain.
And now I'm coming down.
We got beatdowns,
Clowns,
And fuck arounds.
Cocaine,
Pure pain.
And now I'm coming down.
They call it heart.
I am just a man.
They call it art.
I'll play the best I can.
I need to quit.
Naw, I need a band.
Let's go get split
In Letter Letter Land.
We all smoke pot,
Rot,
And get shot.
Faded,
Jaded.
Like, "yea, thanks a lot."
We all smoke pot,
Rot,
And get shot.
Faded,
Jaded.
Like, "yea, thanks a lot."
They call it heart.
I am just a man.
They call it art.
I'll play the best I can.
I need to quit.
Naw, I need a band.
Let's go get split
In Letter Letter Land.
We all kill cops,
Shops,
And bus stops.
Crack fiend.
Come clean.
While wearing flip-flops.
We all kill cops,
Shops,
And bus stops.
Crack fiend.
Come clean.
While wearing flip-flops.
They call it heart.
I am just a man.
They call it art.
I'll play the best I can.
I need to quit.
Naw, I need a band.
Let's go get split
In Letter Letter Land.
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2. |
Pick Pocket
03:02
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It's alright.
I stole a flashlight last night.
2am.
But now my night light burns bright.
What do you think?
I'm out here robbing you?
Would you ever drink
Every poison that you knew?
It's alright.
I stole a flashlight last night.
2am.
But now my night light burns bright.
What do you think
I am trying to steal?
I would never drink
From the fountain that you fill.
It's alright.
I stole a flashlight last night.
2am.
But now my night light burns bright.
It's alright.
I stole a flashlight last night.
2am.
But my night light burns bright.
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3. |
Sandcastle
03:01
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They broke in by the sea.
Soft-spoken, carefully.
I'm just coping.
I'm just hoping
That they can see.
I'm badly broken,
My engine smokin'
But I am free.
Rum running, rum running.
They broke in by the sea.
Soft-spoken, carefully.
I am coping.
Here's to hoping
That they can see.
I'm badly broken,
Engine smokin'
But I am free.
Rum running, rum running.
They broke in by the sea.
Soft-spoken, they did that shit carefully.
I am coping.
And here's to hoping
That they can see.
I'm badly broken,
Engine smokin'
But I am free.
They broke in by the sea...
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4. |
Sleepwalkers
03:44
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They say:
Life ain't no holiday.
OK.
They're fucking wrong.
They say:
You're a runaway.
I sway
To the vibe of my song.
Blink back the blankets,
Trippin' on the shoes.
I dreamt about earthquakes
Breakin' through ice cubes.
Well right on cue,
We caught the news.
In the morning.
And we got the blues.
We just choose to refuse
the ignorant clues.
I could use some water.
Really need a decent shave.
So concave my worldview,
No wonder I'm depraved.
No search, no chance of rescue,
The insane got their pain.
Sleepwalkers love to test you
Every goddamn day.
They say:
Life ain't no holiday.
OK.
They're fucking wrong.
They say:
You're a runaway.
I sway
To the vibe of my song.
Tell me a story
reminiscent of the better times.
Make it up,
There ain't no glory
For the fallen few behind.
Conscious yet captive,
The daydream my cell.
Oh well,
What the hell?
You thinking I'm living?
Swell.
They say:
Life ain't no holiday.
OK.
They're fucking wrong.
They say:
You're a runaway.
I sway
To the vibe of my song.
Maybe we die.
Maybe we don't.
I cannot see why
You care if I don't.
Maybe we die.
Maybe we don't.
I cannot see why
You care if I don't.
They say:
Life ain't no holiday.
OK.
They're fucking wrong.
They say:
You're a runaway.
I sway
To the vibe of my song.
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