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BLOOD
02:28
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BLOOD
I see your face when the streets are burning
I hear your voice as the soldiers die
I smell your breath as they count the bodies
And feel your hands when the children cry
You're the killer who we're all afraid of
Virginia Woolf with your knife and gun
You're every fly on every body
A stolen bus they crash for fun
Blood is thicker than dirty water
Blood is thinner than oil at sea
Remember this when you're feeling better
I am you and you are me.
I don't think things will be that easy
Times will be hard, we’ll scream and fight
But I’ll be there when the day is over
to watch you breath when you sleep at night
The end was nigh, the night it started
We fought each other into bed
Tattoo me with the ink of hatred
A brother's heart and a sister's head
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BLACK HOLE
04:18
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BLACK HOLE
Love is a luxury we can’t afford
It can’t inflate our lungs or bring us food
Love is a luxury we can’t afford
It cannot fill our veins or make us fires
Love is a luxury we can’t afford
It’s just a game they play because they’re bored
Love is a luxury we can’t afford
It’s just a game they play because they’re bored
We’re going to bury love in a big black hole
Cover it over with leaves and snow
Pray for the harvest like the ones we knew
Then I’ll dig it up to remember you
Put it away in a cool dark place
With summer clothes and vintage lace
We’ll bring it down when the weather breaks and
Try again for both our sakes
Love isn’t something we have time to do
Can’t tend the land or build a store
Love isn’t something we have time to do
It cannot fix our trucks or cure the sick
Love isn’t something we have time to do
It’s just a folly for the lucky few
Love isn’t something we have time to do
It’s just a folly for the lucky few
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BLACK PARAKEET
03:35
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BLACK PARAKEET
Swimming pool drug sweats
I got the poison in me
Been on the box sets
I don't know what to believe
Piña coladas
Going warm in the sun
The more I put in me
The less I seem to have done
Get dressed, go home
Take your stuff and your gear
There's men on the driveway
You can't stay here
Clear out, shut up
Get the kids and the guns
Pack up the money
Let's go back on the run
Boy with the suntan
Staring up from the grass
There’s blood in the water
My heart is beating too fast
The black dogs are barking
The girls start to scream
There’s meat on the terrace
This is my American Dream
Black parakeet flying over my head
Won't go home for winter
Killing rats in my bed
No one can kill it
No one can chase her away
Black Parakeet looks like she's going to stay
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