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Reality World
02:11
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Fuck it I’m waking up
The sunlights creeping in
Tracing conversations using disappearing ink in the pen
I twist the faucet on
Circle the block again
Stepping on the cracks
This life is long I’ll never get to the end
User confirmed
User observed
Reality world
Just spinning around
It ain’t a race if I’m just running away
Get blackout drunk
Put on a public display
The advertisement sprawling off of the page
It ain't a race but I'm just running
Shut down and pack it up
Spun out and running thin
Television yelling
One more one-liner inside of my head
I twist the faucet on
Circle the block again
Run another lap
This life is long I’ll never get to the end
User confirmed
User observed
Reality world
Just scrolling on down
It ain’t a race if I’m just running away
Get blackout drunk
Put on a public display
The advertisement sprawling off of the page
It ain't a race but I'm just running
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2. |
Black Bag
02:14
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Black bag from the corner store
Fumble with the keys in the door
Climbing up the stairs all fours
Mostly romanticize all the things that ruin my life
Late night forgotten highs
Helpless and so amplified
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3. |
Artifacts
02:23
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Running through my dreams again
With no authority
I'm spent
Suckin down a cigarette
Nothing new and nothing left
Scrolling through the feed again
Pleased aesthetically I guess
Sifting through the artifacts
Twelve in twos
I’m crawling through the hatch
I don’t like this but I don’t mind it
Backseat driving
Crossing the lines in sand
The void is never emptiness
Repeated post
Repeated text
Living with the side effects
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4. |
Third Night
01:54
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Third night’s the charm
It’s getting late
It’s time to give up again
You know I thought you were my friend
Now I’m laying limp across the sofa
One arm reaching out for anything
It’s not the same
Now we’re not friends anymore
Cus things have changed we can’t ignore
Third night’s the charm
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5. |
Script Revisted
03:24
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Here goes
I flubbed my first shot at getting it right
It shows
A spot on the nose
I’m chasing it down
Who knows what happens when all the fogs clearing out
Here goes
I flubbed my first shot at getting it right
Limp in and prop yourself in front of it
They’re here right now
Stop fucking around
Black eye wifi
Same scripts revisited
One parting gift of letting them down
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Everyone sometimes leftover
Underground at least you’re sober
More than we knew how for sure
Even god wants something more
Worm in dirt
Half thought
Think fast
Cross sections of racing track
Hanging out and hanging over
Don’t know god
Don’t know who’s soberer
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7. |
The Curb
01:30
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It’s a simple way to be
Living on the fly
Yeah you won’t hear me cry
I don’t mind
I’m just killing time
Yeah you won’t hear me cry
It’s tougher getting off the floor
It’s harder coming through the door
It’s getting faster all the time
But you will never hear me cry
I crashed my car into the curb
I couldn’t see it anymore
It’s getting brighter all the time
But you will never hear me cry
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8. |
Wellbeings
01:47
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Sell wellbeings for kickbacks
No principles
Just capital gains
It’s fucking shameful
All of these faux moral authorities
Oh my god
This shit is backwards
Not controversial
So let’s move on
Drink misinformation down like a shot
A joke ‘til it’s not
It’s fucking shameful
All of these concocted frustrations
Oh my god
This shit is backwards
Not controversial
So let’s move on
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9. |
Straight Lane
03:29
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What do you know?
Where can I find out?
It starts to snow
But they will get there anyhow
And the white lines reflect what’s been keeping you late
You’re so straight in your lane
Eyes on the wall around the bend
Stuck to the cars ahead
I’ll follow
Just to go straight back to our bed
And the gutters collect what’s been keeping you late
You’ll go straight in your lane
Eyes on the wall around the bend
Stuck to the cars ahead
I’ll follow
Just to go straight back to our bed
Just to go straight back into dreaming
Ego-crushing realization
Single-sided conversation
All the people
All the things I’ve done
Think of all the races run
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10. |
Medians
03:01
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Soda cans in crudely littered medians
Human beings just doing what comes naturally
Volume up I like the sadder songs
Driving north on 13th street at dawn
Chilling in the gig economy
Burn the cash
Pretend we're living free
Plastic bag yellow streetlight limb dangling
Consciously recharging my anxiety
Volume up listening to classic rock
Driving east on locust street at dusk
Chilling in the gig economy
Burn the cash
Pretend we're living free
Not enough
It’s not enough again
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