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Mice
02:40
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Many many mini mouses
Wandering through scary houses
Wondering where everybody's gone
Walking under stupid streetlights
Never ever getting to tight
Everyone is walking on their own.
I can't read your mind
Is it hard all the time
Just to speak your lines and get out of here
When they tell you everything is ok
You know they're lying through their teeth
You know it's always incomplete
We are all just mini mouses
Scared of people, scared of dousing
Out the flames that live within our <3s
I am just a mini mouse and
I am scared but I am sound
I'm smiling and I guess that that's a start.
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BFF <3 (metacaricature)
03:28
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Guess you're spreading yourself thin
Ink stains on your cracked skin
There's no time to be a human
Your life needs to begin
Haven't they ever told you and
Didn't they ever scold you and
Don't step out of line let their
Pretty arms just hold you
I won't be there
When you're drowning in the ocean
I'll be doused in suntan lotion
You're not pretty enough
All those smiles that you bluffed
Boys laugh at your physique
Soon your jaw won't be so tough
Haven't they ever...
I won't be there...
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Can't you see?
She's spinning circles 'round your heart
She's taking scissors to your hair in the dark
To try to find some new recruits
Can't you see?
They're spinning circles 'round the academy
With hair much to short for girls
And dark meetings in the night
They've got their short hair and their slacks
And they've got their pamphlets in stacks.
They'll pay you to stay within their ranks
But you won't.
Call me a zealot
Call me a savior
Can't you see?
You're on their list
And pretty soon they'll slit your skinny wrists
Can't you see?
They want to hurt you
They'll take you in their arms
And stab you in the back
They've got their short hair and their slacks
And they've got their heroin and crack
They'll pay you to stay within their ranks but you won't.
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"We perish each alone," Mr. Ramsay said on the boat.
I was feeling kind of down to begin with.
I remember Lying in bed while you all ran around
In circles like my thought process.
Lost on our Islands of snow,
We perish each alone.
I've had a hole inside since I left that place, and so you.
I'm trying to figure out what that means.
Those words taught me wonders. Is it irreverent to
Sing of your shadow, see how it falls on me?
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Taking steps toward
Another drift apart
I'm sorry I ever said a word.
Breaking tambourines
Over my grassy knees
I'm sorry for all the things I broke.
I will be waiting for you then.
Taking steps toward
Somewhere I would want to be
I'm sorry. It was a selfish mistake.
But now we're filling gaps
Making strings attach in space.
And I don't wanna move
I will be waiting..
Back then I used to try to talk like a poet.
You can attest it never worked out.
Back then I used to try to live in the symbols
(like) Rain pouring down, hearing the sound of feet on the floor.
I'm such a bore
I'm still such a bore now.
I will be waiting.
Never mind.
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6. |
Only Windows
04:38
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The jokers are on fire tonight.
I hope that you still feel alright.
Cause when you left your eyes were quiet.
I hope...
It was not your fault.
You were only trying
To find a lightbulb.
I hope you're alright.
The wounds are set on fire tonight.
Cauterize them burning bright.
Your mouth is always shut so tight.
I hope...
Try to smile.
Pick up the phone sometimes.
Try to smile.
Make yourself feel alright.
Just alright.
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