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Beat In A Fair Contest
01:01
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10 Miles Wide
03:08
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I’m shaking your hand with a sneaking suspicion there’s something I’m missing. what am I missing? I’m not alone. cross my fingers there’s a spirit around here. superstition casting a shadow ten miles wide. I feel your eyes like breath on the back of my neck. paranoia gets me again. it gets me every time.
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Imagine A Future
03:06
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I can’t imagine a future where my death is timely. when finally that day comes around. overdose or active shooter. overdose or what? I don’t know, but I know they’re killing everyone with their guns, and they’re killing everyone with their drugs. we’re all holding our breath for some civil unrest. what’s the point? we’re all holding our breath for whatever comes next. what’s the point?
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Very Pretty
04:21
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Timeless brand new crimes, beating a dead horse. resulting in what again? it’s friday night in nowhere, so feel like yourself. what’s money got to do with it right now? talk talk talk. choking the moment till it turn to dust. you can finally breathe, but so what? it’s very pretty, painting smiles on all of the pictures. it’s very pretty, highways moan painting the landscape. feeling like a last last chance. a first last turn, and it’s very pretty. feeling like a first last turn. a brand new chance, and it’s very pretty. you can finally breathe, and it’s very pretty. it’s real to feel scary, it’s very pretty. it’s real to feel scared, and it’s very pretty. you can finally feel very pretty.
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Total Fidelity
03:15
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I lied just to see if I could. I reached out to touch you to feel understood for the moment. the romance so token. I’m left with smoke. while you’ve got dexterity, so reach out and touch me. it’s total fidelity. hold without hands. speak without talking. feel without touching. finding something in nothing. the quiet moments piling up. love.
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A.J.
04:40
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You’ve got us all drowning in a Carolina. we felt the heat. when your pneumatic form made it’s way back northeast. I can’t believe it, but somehow I do. you never think it’s going touch you till you know a murderer. I know a murderer. I know a real life killer. who’s beard was patched like foliage that wildfires left. oh scattered distant dogs howl lonely. if only you hadn’t pushed that knife into his chest. a real life killer. yeah I bet it was hot in your pneumatic form. wrapping the house in a tropical storm. just ten years before, I loved you like a good friend. to no end. then that knife fell down, and we all figured out just what the terrible things in the world meant. just where the evil things lived.
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