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21
03:07
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Oh when it's cold or so I've been told
There's only so much wool can
But I'm amazed at what's left in this sweater
Happy 21st to you
Happy 21st to you
I'd write if I could
I'd visit if I should
But now I know better
Now I know better
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
It's one against one and two by two we sway
Our necks our tied up and down we slide
Over and out the knots will fray this time
The knots will fray this time
Don't use this drawing for anything serious
It's about time you knew I'm not reading this
I was never reading this
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
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Upson
03:02
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I've no idea what it's saying but it's neatly over your shoulders playing off the tannins that make the lake so warm
Like stacking waves in open water and circuits I can't stand to solder
The tastiest sip you've ever taken
Says the land
I wish I had that vessel from my dream
It was missing wings but it flew as clean
As any bird I've ever seen
Even a heron
With streamlined body for rapid flight
I took to the coming night
Over the engineering quad we zoom
Who says I'll be home soon?
But this glue sticks to everything and I don't have the tools to reconstruct what it's holding together
Yea this glue sticks to everything and I simply don't have the stomach for the weather
All I know is you never feel as pure as when the air is fresh and whipping beneath the cardboard floor of your yellow box as you soar about
Victorian towers, professors gasp
Their stunning views are mine at last
And baby I can see the power plant from here
Yea baby I can see the power plant from here
This glue sticks to everything
And I don't have the tools but to make a sling
So I'll save my flight save my flight for my dreams
It's safer there it seems
It's safer there it seems
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Buzz
02:58
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You left me at home for eight hours today
I'm almost completely clean of my own accord
The dirt on my tongue is all that I've won
You can't take that away from me
I'm a dog you are small to me
See my dark fur shine
Lick my chops of gold
Slippin' my stiff paws
In your pillows folds
See my soggy jaws
Yea what they hold
Something you used to know
Something you used to know
So how you gonna get there without your shoes?
It's like a sticky door and I'm with you
The rise and fall you don't choose
You don't choose
I'm a dog you are small to me
I'm a dog you are small to me
I don't care how tall your dwellings can be
I'll force it down peacefully
It's all kibbles to me
It's all kibbles to me
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Nightlife
02:53
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Story times two
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Meesh Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
We found each other and became Meesh.
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