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Overture
02:17
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Shiner
04:03
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Black and Blue with jewelry too
Dress you up under the moon
We do what you wanna do
Reflection's anything you choose
I wanna be shiner in your eye
I wanna see the dark against the light
I wanna be the diamond in your sky
Baby I'm just begging for a fight
Bled and Bruised she came to you
Cold and sober with no truth
Cause we do what you wanna do
Another fucked up kind of truce
He's gonna put a shiner in your eye
He's gonna watch you beg for your life
He's gonna be the monster every night
You're gonna see the angel in the light
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3. |
Venus Return
04:47
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Four years to the day
I left everything
All planets and gases
And everything tragic
The prodigal son
Left everyone
And headed toward that setting sun
On a New Moon
All the tears on the page
Have faded away
Couldn’t get me to stay
I told ya, babe
You can hide from they truth
But it’ll come back to you
Sagittarius knew you were doomed
You were doomed
I should unplug your ears
Cause you never hear
When Pluto’s on the way
To fuck up everything
It just fucks up everything
And you’ll never learn
Till Venus Returns
And Aires, the Ram
You had your plan
Come crashing down
On my house
Enjoy your full moon
And Harvest too
Aquarius knew I was doomed
I was doomed
I should unplug my ears
Cause I never hear
When Jupiter’s on the way
To bury everything
It just Buries everything
And I’ll never learn
Till Venus Returns
The Scales Of Injustice
I once trusted
They outweighed my doubts
But they’re broken now
It’s all broken now
I should unplug my ears
Cause I never hear
When Pluto’s on the way
To fuck up everything
It just fucks up everything
It just fucks up everything
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4. |
Coming Clean
06:16
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I told you about how I almost died
And how every night it feels like I might
You squirmed and tried to hide from the light
Every star above just looking for a fight
My world's getting darker but we're burning so bright
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
And I don't know if I'll be cleaning up
A mess was left not long ago
But I don't wanna go home
We could take it to the laundromat
And see if we could get you back
I'm bursting at the seams
But I'm not coming clean
You told me about how you lost your light
And how every year just took you for a ride
I sat in disbelief and tried and tried
To imagine you a bird without flight
But your world's getting brighter and I'm burning inside
It's the greatest of places of you look at it right
I don't know if I'll be cleaning up
I'm a mess I guessing that you know
But I'm not gonna go home
I'll be waiting at the laundromat
To see if we could get me back
I'm bleeding through my teeth
But I'm not coming clean
I told you how nothing ever sticks
Another year where no one ever fits
You told me it's a crazy time to live
Every swipe and click just lookin for a fix
The world is turning faster and I'm not used to the spin
It's the strangest of places and its makin' me sick
Sometimes I think there's nothing that I'd miss
You said baby just wait
It's all about to shift
I don't know if we'll be cleaning up
That mess was left so long ago
We can never go home
I'm setting fire to the laundromat
Cause no ones ever coming back
It's just the way it's gonna be
Cause no one is coming clean
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Mark Mullen Portland, Oregon
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