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Buttons
03:42
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Ain’t it nice?
You’re so far away from home
Would you correct me if I’m wrong?
Am I all right?
I couldn’t feel down if I tried
What is the difference anyhow?
Steal your poison, break my heart
Do this over, and fall apart
Clear the toxins from my brain
Spare me your pity
Now I’m mine
I feel more when I’m alone
Would you correct me if I’m wrong
Am I in line?
I couldn't feel down if I tried
Either way, we're doing fine
Steal your poison, break my heart
Do this over, and fall apart
Clear the toxins from my brain
Spare me your pity
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2. |
Right In Time
03:59
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Erode under pressure
You thought maybe you’d lose me
It was cold
You’d done better
No need to amuse me
Is this a joke?
I ain’t laughing
no need to amuse me
It was cold and demeaning
You’d like to accuse me
You’re sick, you're screwed on this fixation
At your own invitation
You made your perfect cessation
For that I should thank you
You still blow my mind
I’d admit if I was a little tongue-tied
The sweetest rain - the taste of sugar came right in time
To bring you peace of mind
Erode under pressure
You thought maybe you’d lose me
I was cold and demeaning
You’ll have to excuse me
This is sick, you're screwed on this fixation
At your own invitation
And you made your perfect cessation
For that I should thank you
You still blow my mind
I’d admit if I was a little tongue-tied
The sweetest rain - the taste of sugar came right in time
To bring you peace of mind
But you still blow my mind
I'd admit if I was ever tongue-tied
It's such a shame
The sweetest rain
The taste of sugar came right in time
To bring you peace of mind
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3. |
Pulling Strings
04:33
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They'll tie you to the floor, and smother you
You’re bound to change your mind
Neighbors gather ‘round to see
They’ll water you like flowers 'til you drown
You say Momma please
I cannot breathe, and it makes me wanna tell
My Father said "don't go begging for your soul"
My hands are tied
They’ll pull your strings
We’re turning all your money gold
Don’t exchange until they all grow old
Or watch it blacken, turn to coal
We’ll live on water
Pull my own strings, rule supreme
We’ll call it home
When they shine you up in blue and black
Until you bleed to his delight
So you’d better know your rights
As if that much would save you anyhow
We’re turning all your money gold
Don’t exchange until we all grow old
Or watch it blacken, turn to coal
We’ll live on water
Pull my own strings, rule supreme..
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Residue
04:56
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I could feed this fire if indeed there's a viable means
But I won't waste any making due of your desire debris
Let the blind men stumble, let the poor man fumble for food
Because I can wear my burden in the loom of another dispute
I'm all that I wasn't my dear
Well who stole the cookie from the goddamn cookie jar?
We could blame one another ‘til the klepto folds his cards
And we’re all here feeling in a room full of residue
With the names and numbers of the people and the places I knew
I’m all that I wasn’t my dear
While we’re all here feeling in a room full of residue
Keep the names and numbers of the people and the places we knew
I’m all that I wasn’t my dear
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