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T.O.w C.R.own
03:57
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Hit My Head, then went to bed
Found a tree to live in
Cut the town, into a crown
Doc it doesn't match the simulation
Thought I could, get around to it
But I'm searching for the inspiration
Something's wrong, when you're going strong
Don't give into every palpitation
Time will tell if you are bored, make it nice for now
Tell the doors to open more, let inside the heat-seeking night
Sign the deed, make it neat
when you're letting go
Sign the deed, make it neat
Now you're free to go (awn LET IT GO)
There was punch in my bowl, had to smell it all
Want to bring back the burn,
flap my wings and break my fall
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N.O.t
03:57
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You are not alone, the majesty is gone
took the chicken home, boiled it to the bone
make the candles stick to the laning
kick and shake the brick, keep it standing
wave off total melt, tell the hell-bent prize
Show a proper belt with no loopholes,
Lick the stamp to fit modern staples
turn left at the hill, during fight or flight
Looking through myself, find a pop-quiz
we'll invest some pills, for the harvest
maybe throw the men, into monotone cries
you weren't gone away for long, lived to tell the story was wrong
let's play fast-forward blues
famed historians and babies confused
(babblings from book on Christian logic)
You'll find You are not alone, the majesty is gone
took the chicken home, boiled it to the bone
you weren't gone away for long, lived to tell the story was wrong
Take my number down if you want it, think my mind's run out of the common sense and good fortune, talk to Mr. Delight (Delight0
Bought this hammer head, with no handle
Trace the human, to the puddle
Bomb the cycle race, just to see-passers-by
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U.N.derwater
01:09
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F.O.rce T.R.ack
02:35
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Looking for the light in total black
Throw the torch into the sky
Something' swirls around the world, I hope it's not just a fucking pie
I tell the same old story and hope that it catches a fiery trend
Search the eyes for diatribes the past century's been on repeat
Back to the board this house is awfully haunted
it's got no remorse for thinking you were never stepping foot through the door
*rambling*
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T.A.lk I.S. C.H.eap
02:31
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I said one thing meant another, felt the need to help myself
you couldn't make things anymore difficult when you set fire to my name
wake up to the morning light miracle when you're ready to be found
Time's a wasting make a new routine, turn off signals that don't lie(?)
I belong, (I don't try too hard), You're not so wrong (say it with a smile) take me out into the field
You believe anything they'll say, crumbling happens all the time
Real machines flay the favorite game, but Talk is cheap when the flavors lame
*ramblings from a book about theory of money
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M.E.mory's D.R.op
04:26
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On the rock top memory's drop, I'll look alive, if the battery's dead, try not to look shocked
I never thought this would happen, before the truth, came out of my mouth
It wasn't meant for an answer you couldn't chew, take a foreign view
It looked like a shadow in the Christmas door, lofty and well-kept.
The Holy condescending tone, smelled of cheap regret
To like yourself is not a crime, you will be loved in due time
the light was on with no one home
its less forgiving to be unknown
I know you are a blessing, but just show me your disguise, if you wanna keep on guessing, you were born to be alive
(There is no choice, to live, to die alive, in your heart)
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TV New York
T.V. is a one man Alt-Pop-Rock project birthed in San Diego, and currently residing in Bushwick. The Time is 9:04 PM
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