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Hole
02:08
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I found a hole filled with tears that you cry
it overflows through the night
and as we get old, we have our stories left behind
and then we die for the first time
Rolling on an awning
It's only the second time
that i made my face in clay and it's happy all the time
Well I hope that my ship doesn't sink under the moon
But there's nothing i can do
I'm just a cannonball, fired in the air
I hope i don't land back in this chair
Rolling on an awning
It's only the second time
that i made my face in clay and it's happy all the time x2
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2. |
Sitting Under the Sun
03:41
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Sitting under the sun
What would you say when
I am born again
I come back and I'm three times stronger
New womb universe
Wall-less dorms, empty hearse, recollected worth
Since I've been alive
I've refrained from, I've refrained from asking questions
Those who stared, vision impaired, became the heir to an all knowing mind
Through my eyelids, through the cracks in my hands, I see a light
and it looks like camera flashes
Well I am silent when i am in the heat, the luxury
I am as one
I'm Sitting Under the Sun
I'm Sitting Under the Sun I'm Sitting Under the Sun
Do they know who we are
Well I say we are who we are who we are who we are who we aren't!
What would you say to me.
What would you say to me.
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3. |
Circa 1848
01:20
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It's time
to put are words into actions
unite all the factions
they say we're merely fractions but they're wrong
oh they're wrong!
It might take mutiny to end up with unity, the scrutiny, that must stop! (That must stop!)
We gotta find out how
We gotta find out how
We gotta take em down!
We gotta take em down!
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
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Daddy's gonna help me gonna make alot of green
Throw away your living, oh and make em work for free
Stitch by stitch it just might itch, yea but just a little bit
Don't matter what size, we'll make it fit
and we'll take the money and run
and we will Run Run Run
Run Run Run
Run Run Run
Run Run Run
Come on baby lets run to the mountain and hide
Come on baby lets hide in the cracks and die
Come on baby lets run to the mountain and hide
Come on baby lets hide in the cracks and die
Come on baby lets run to the mountain and hide
We can hide in the cracks in the mountain baby and die
Come on baby lets run to the mountain and hide
We can hide in the cracks in the mountain baby and die
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