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Skip Day
03:20
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The leaves reflect the sun like raindrops of light
My thoughts become secondary to the white noise which unblurs the less I think
The closer you look the more colors you see, yet focusing only seems to fade them
I'm still flying with only my eyes
Trees and houses fly the other direction. They must have someplace to go.
I used to wake every morning thinking if I can get through this day it will lead into the next.
That was my long term plan, continuously drift through the ocean of days until the salt sterilized my desires, dreams, desires.
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Paint Fumes
03:46
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Takin names lost in their motion
Takin off but not without stopping
At every check along the way
Oh I though I heard someone say
"We are in bodies so small with spirits so tall they could break us all"
And I turned my music back on so I wouldn't have to think
Another of my own goddamn thoughts
But these nights paint my ceiling like
Murals with images and remembrances
Oh the days they shorten when your nights are long
Bodies on fire kill off the sinners
So we can be better
Fight off the wild the nature
So we can be safer
Stick it all up your ass
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Rabbit Hoof
02:52
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Winter dry my bones
Pleasure then her song
They were all about you
You were smiling
Pictures all above you
Into smiling throws
You saw my bones
They lay all around you for a day
You will awaken in summer nights
All the days are holidays
That throw you away
Springtime show me out
I am in such doubt
Days that you could bring there
People that you lost inside your subtle mysteries
The leaves in the trees
Tops and Branches, Topsy Turvy
Light bulbs on a breakdown and the spear throws
Oh
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Hobbies
03:34
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Old signs now
Sing such tunes
To retell stories in our minds
Though you could be a fallen
Tree in a silent forest
Oh would you be, would you be
Ashamed
Of all we've come to love
Old photographs we bleached in sunlight
To remember these
As the good days
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Out Rainbows
03:16
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I forget whoops :E
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Echoes
03:50
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Classic mumblin
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Canals
02:16
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Mumblin' sorry whoops
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Woodstock
02:59
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I was off on a tangent again
All the things that I said
Like I love all my friends
But do we ever tell them?
I was running down that hill
And running I am still
But towards a better brightness
And things cannot be like this forever
So take your time to realize who you really are,
Or you'll force your fall apart
Our downfall is our greatest pleasure
So I smile with the wide eyes of a child
Out into the wildness of civilization
For the first time with excitement
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Rabbideer South Salem, New York
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