1. |
Saint Jude
04:03
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the body breaks
the body of work's fate
the words cease to scintillate
steps escalate
the trace of a loose gate
the magic and myth of an apostate
it's not my style
religion is a speed trial
line 'em up single file
saint jude's in a pile
the body breaks
the body of work's fate
the turning of a blind taste
a deep lake
lost intentions obfuscate
the mourning of an entire state
it's not my style
religion is a speed trial
line 'em up single file
saint jude's in a pile
i was lucky to meet you
organs playing with the sky
i was lucky to meet you
saint jude in a pile
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2. |
Nine of Diamonds
05:23
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i'm still saving
saving for that wishing well
but i still need
some lucky law and order
it's not my life
i took it with a grain of salt this time
it's not my life
i'm trying everyday to fight the good fight right
i feel your warm
warm hand on my shoulder
and the room is full
full of friendly fires
and i said
it's not my life
sometimes i get the feeling i'm a parasite
it's not my life
i'm trying everyday to fight the good fight right
it's not my life
i took it with a grain of salt this time
it's not my life
i'm trying everyday to fight the good fight right
it's not my life
sometimes i get the feeling i'm a parasite
it's not my life
i'm trying everyday to fight the good fight right
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3. |
The Symbol
04:09
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taking up the will to be
taking it out of mind
forcing through the purview of my last lives
holding to what's true, to you
highlight the thing, the das man, our design
take cues, read through a new horizon line
the symbol
the sign
taking up the will to see
taking it out of mind
forcing the rear view of this last light
holding to the view
highlight the thing, the das man, our design
take cues, read through a new horizon line
the symbol
the sign
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4. |
This Is My Life
03:45
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these words are for me and mine
i say, a comic version of my life
what you said is on my mind
but we, we both know that it ain't right
i see the final curtain rise
i feel the force of it at night
black dog's coming, no surprise
a comic version of my life
it hovers down close next to the bed
i say, it came in from the outside
it sings to me within my head
i say, it grows up from the inside...just like
i see the final curtain rise
i feel the force of it at night
black dog's coming, no surprise
i guess it's just divine design
this is my life
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