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Worlds still spinning
03:47
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there's a clashing of hearts
as we wade in the dark
and the worlds still spinning, as it falls apart
but you and me, are just hanging on
so lets laugh and cry
dance and sing and live and lie
like everything's alright
we're only here to wonder why
the world's still spinning as it passes us by
so we'll wave and we'll sigh
smile and get by
in this life of mine, all there's been is trying
I'm glad that it's here, though i heard its burning down
in the next couple years, but still all I have is now
so laugh and cry, dance and sing and live and lie
like everything's alright
god spreads this mystery through his art,
how the world still spinning as it falls
doesn't know how to rest yet, beaten and tested
barely awake, spinning around anyway
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Cigarette Skylines
04:01
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take me to the creek, to the rivers artery
which flows and bleeds like the red dirt streets which scar the scenery
take me by my hand, to a place where the water's clean
and the lights have lost their war with stars, and the dirt still seems to breathe
because i was raised among tin cans, littered neatly in disguise
i walk along used cigarette skylines, wiping kerosene tears from my eyes
but its all I've ever known
I'm a suburbs boy, from a place i long to leave
but i cant because I'm scared of everything that's not repetitive or dizzying
where the dogs walk on two legs, because the leash hauls up their necks
and if they move its like some old town noose, where the prisoners met the dead
and my neighbor trims her hedge, in a perfect concrete square
and we'll show the world the lengths well go just to prove that we were here
because i was raised among tin cans, littered neatly in disguise
i walk along used cigarette skylines, wiping kerosene tears from my eyes
but its all I've ever known
but i still through my smokes out the window, when the ashtray's not convenient
its amazing just how far i can go, being sad when im the reason just like them
I'm just a piece of chewing gum, rolling past these seven story cigarettes
i was raised with my tin cans, littered neatly in disguise
i walk along used cigarette skylines, dumping kerosene in my eyes
but its all ive ever known
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Oblivious killer
04:01
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i lost myself inside your friendship,
torn my vocal chords from swallowing my true intentions
and there's a lesson in this somewhere but i just don't see it yet
i convince my self that you, are waiting at the end of all the sentences i never seem to finish in time
and you, are waiting to reveal you care until i say a funny enough punchline
but the joke is always on me, if i pretend i hate myself enough, she'll never learn she hated me
so could whatever god i believe in, convince me to need somebody else
the violent stains that you were leaving, they don't wash out
your an oblivious killer, who was only ever trying to help
i don't try and find the answers, every time i do it scares away my hope
its all just so damn disappointing
so ill just close my eyes and visualize to cope
that you, are distracted while you sleep by me just like i am by you
i choose, to frantically deny myself, and confirm that its the truth
that ill always run around confused, and only in this stupid head of mine
is there a place for me and you
so could whatever god i believe in, convince me to need somebody more
the violent stains that you were leaving, they don't wash out
there's a lesson in this somewhere, but i just don't see it yet
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when I'm gone, will you find me
like you said you would, with your tone arising
and my tongue was torn, while yours was shiny
and the bullet holes while the hate was flying
because you kept a part of me safely locked away
so i cannot attain it without you
now you said you, had kept your distance
because you needed to, but i was missing
what i left with you, but now I'm done pissing
all my love and truth, while there's no one listening
because you wanted me to be,
someone different than i have in my deepest heart to be
now I'm left, so poor and whiney
in the form of song, my resentments climbing
up my heavy soul, i can feel it dying
as it turns to stone, its still you that's mining
but when can i let the dirty secrets get released
when can i lose the granite pounds
when can I finally be the one your trying to see
why is my memory always bound
when I'm gone, how will you find me
because your blind and dumb
ansd still miles be behind me
so just take that piece, and kill it quietly
I'm awake now, what perfect timing
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Regret
03:04
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I'm perplexed, all the ins and outs of life itself are making me upset with it
how come i could feel so righteous but be just as bad as all the folks I've demonized to death
with sharp teeth and demon eyes I've guessed
now I'm alone with all my lies again
those to myself and those I'm trying to project, though I'm not sure what i am trying to protect
some shattered notion of all that I have left
too much devotion to the places i have left from
because in my future someone's calling me again
I'm not listening because my head is in the sand
no it doesn't match my plan so its not worth it to me
regret, a weighted blanked upon all our hopes and dreams makes us unable to forget
there's a cure its out there somewhere, but truth be told i haven't found it yet
so I'm forever in it's bed, a beggar with a debt
to every stupid drunken thing i ever did, they seem to bite me more the longer that they've hid, hides remorse away self pity's what it brings
now its about me again
because in my future someone's calling me again
I'm not listening because my head is in the sand
no it doesn't match my plan so its not worth it to me
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Alone (dirt demo)
03:38
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alone is a simple place to be, my girl
id ask you to join me, but then it wouldn't be sweet
alone is a simple place to be, my its easy
i don't got no one, and no one's got me
i feel like half a man, but that's the half i need
more time to think, a little more air breathe
maybe be whole again if i got up and called my friends
but maybe id be left alone, it needs to be up to me
or i am weak
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Marcia (dirt demo)
01:48
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I could go on and on, or i could just go away
the answer matters less to me as I'm older
if i were to sit and cry, she'd be there with a lullaby
my tears would have a home upon her shoulder
i spend all my time awake, chasing a love i crave
run after a gift I've had since i was was born
i tried to let her go, but she wouldn't have it so
though i spit it in her face at every corner
but I'm glad my attempts were in vain, i see life through the lens of my pain
i know that hurt, i see it now, i adore her
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Simon Dawes Toronto, Ontario
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