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Burnt Meringue
02:19
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Comin' home / How are you? Drunk? Lonesome? / Or peeling the names all off the mailbox / Fuck it, I'm racing to the west side / It's gonna be a good night / She seems brilliant, with hips times a billion, oooo / Solid, salty, soft / I feel the hand comin' down, inside this claw machine / Never got my just desserts, and they're coming for me instead
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Pineapple Upside Down
05:17
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Spiral love in my life - have I cycled back around? / And if I have, what's parallel to where I am right now, right now / I finally got you on the highway, little shoe is on the gas / And as the sun is rising, you're accelerating still / Still over the horizon, over the horizon / Over it - I hope you will come / Take a right on 140th, then you'll make a left / I'll be the one who hasn't rested atop his bed all year - it's true / Please, please make your break when traffic lights still flash only yellow / I know your dream is powerful, like red and green and gold, and our old lives are over the horizon / Over the horizon / Over it - I know we can / Drive all night toward a gradient sky / Or whatever, or however, because it doesn't matter to me
Yes, I love the sound of distant bells / And I already feel better with your flavor in my mouth, as faraway sounds still dance around in my room / As the silvery light from the moon over Parma comes and comforts me at night, as I lie awake in bed, disappointed again / Distant bells, yes I already feel better with your flavor in my mouth, as faraway sounds still bounce around in my ear
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Rocket Pop
06:51
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Wonder what it's gonna feel like when this next summer comes / Will it be “I love it” or just more humiliation? / Writing this in hopes that it will never self-fulfill / Is it secret power or is it too hard to tell? / Laughing in the mirror, I feel like the millionaire that won a pile of money but then spent every red cent / Writing this in hopes that it will never self-fulfill / Is it secret power or is it too hard to tell?
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Box Wine
05:01
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Smashing lightbulbs, drunk by the dumpster behind work on Saturday morning / Yes sir, I know how much things can change without warning, Saturday morning / The sun is very bright, but it's very cold outside / I've got those distinct rose pedals for eyes / Yes, I'm realizing almost all my time is spent trying to make money or love / These are my magic words, this is my magic pen / I wonder just how far this ink will stretch / While I still have time, I am gonna start writing about winning again and again / I saw your name out there, somewhere, on something again / I wondered if you still existed / Do you still round-robin with brown bourbon? / You made it angelic and effortless to live
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Cocoa Mint Shorty
03:55
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Marzipan
04:21
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I wanna love you, but I haven't got a clue how to / You're right - I pantomimed finally getting through / I stumble words across this darkest parking lot with you / Get in, get drunk again, and I dream it through / I dream it through
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Black Forest
05:40
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You really know how to party, and each time you step outside your body / And each time, you think how you were born into solid form, but looking in the mirror - the substance is gone / And this is not a bad dream - it's still inside your head, it's 2033 / So where did all that time go, Michael? / Man, you really know how to party! / And each time, you step outside your body / And each time, you think how you were born into solid form, but looking in the mirror - the substance is gone / And this is not a bad dream - it's still inside your head, it's 2033!
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Swirly Cone (Hard Dip)
03:53
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Yes, I'm an animal, and I'm not afraid for you to know / 'Cause I never cared much for what people thought / I watch the world and it shuffles / I drank a bunch of Red Bulls, mixed with wine / Is it really just lashing out at a nasty world if I am just as evil? / I've said and done things so untrue, and I've turned my back to horror / Is it too late for me to fix these things? / I guess it's too bad if I'm fucked up and can't change it / Am I out of time? / I feel fine
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Kitschy Ohio
Exuberant swells of jubilation are chocolate-chipped with smoky ripples of longing and confession. Kitschy stacks the listener up and melts them back down, only to begin from the bottom again.
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