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Processional
03:14
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(Hey, let’s go)
Inside the old mind, it’s hard to be kind
I’m swimming, I’m singing
Go to, where you want to
But don’t stray too far (to the ends of the Earth)
I’m swimming, I’m singing
Sit on the shore line, watch the them go by
I’m living I’m dying
(Inside the old mind, it’s hard to be kind
I’m swimming, I’m singing)
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Webcrawler
03:31
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Database my remains
Open up for a phase
I’ve been dying to see you
When you go you should stay
I’ll be on your domain one day
I’ve been dying to see you
When you go you should stay
But you’re crawling away
Baby I’m a webcrawler
My spider hands seek understanding
When I search for what to say
Your search results are too demanding
I’ll be on your domain one day
I’ve been trying to tell you
I can’t hear what you say
Database my remains
Open up for a phase
I’ve got nothing to say to
Anybody today
So I’m crawling away
Baby I’m a webcrawler
My spider hands seek understanding
When I search for what I want
Your search results are too demanding
I filter objects to protect
My calcified arachnid ego
We’re never gonna intersect
You’re never where my hands and me go
Baby I’m a webcrawler
My spider hands seek understanding
When I search for what I want
Your search results are too demanding
I filter objects to protect
My calcified arachnid ego
We’re never gonna intersect
You’re never where my hands and me go
Baby I’m a webcrawler
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I can’t feel you anymore
As long as you hide away, I can’t see you in my dreams anymore
I can’t feel you anymore
God I’ve got something to tell you
Can’t keep making my mind up
Nothing holds my attention
Now I need some convincing
Anything I do is real
God I’ve got something to tell you
(I can’t keep making my mind up)
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4. |
Odor In The Court
02:58
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Nothing better hurt me in this game,
I did not sign up
Everything around me is escape
When do I grow up?
Taste the Sunday silence of the streets
Little badge of luck
Nothing better hurt me in this game
I cannot wake up
(I don’t know what to say, I can tell, what you’re thinking)
Hey I think I see an escape, driving up to the doorway
And I know it’s real
Smell the flowers in the morning
Even though I know it’s wintertime and all
Christian, Pagan just as long as it’s mine
Inside, outside outside, inside
Nothing better hurt me in this game,
I did not sign up
Everything around me is escape
When do I grow up?
Taste the Sunday silence of the streets
Little badge of luck
Nothing better hurt me in this game
I cannot wake up
(I don’t know what to say, I can tell, what you’re thinking)
Hey I think I see an escape, driving up to the doorway
And I know it’s real
Smell the flowers in the morning
Even though I know it’s wintertime and all
Christian, Pagan just as long as it’s mine
Inside, outside, outside
Nothing better hurt me in this game
Where’s my little badge of luck?
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Soul Hole
02:17
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I’m going to the soul hole and I’m never coming back
Never coming back
Whenever you need, give me a shout
Call me at home, we’ll figure it out
Garbage comes in, and garbage comes out
I just can’t wait, wait to get out
I’ll figure it out
Wait to get out
I’ll figure it out
I’m going to the soul hole and I’m never coming back
Never coming back
Wait to get out
I’ll figure it out
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