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Anatomy
04:28
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She's the kind of girl, she only speaks in Braille-
Painted portrait, painted face and painted fingernail.
She only needs a dime if you have the time.
Backwards bus stop queen, if you know what I mean.
Old Saint Robert performing miracles in parking lots.
The show's for free, but remember, he hasn't got a lot.
He likes to walk where the kiddies go.
Someone call the cops and end this miracle show.
Why, hello, Sir.
I just can't see.
What's the problem?
Is something wrong with me?
It's on my hands.
It's on my hands.
It's on my hands.
It's on my hands and it sounds like-
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2. |
Claymation
03:46
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If you don't mind, I only have some questions.
If you've the mind to start such insurrection,
would you aim your fleets into the sea,
just so you'd be so far away from me?
I don't want a confrontation, I just want a conversation.
Consider this an invitation, leaving from the nearest station.
Is this not what you expected to be?
You woke in a world where one and one was three.
You were born with the talent, acquired the knack
of convincing the world you're under attack.
Living here in this claymation, freeze the frame and change location.
Consider this an invitation leaving from the nearest station.
Is this not what you expected to see?
You woke in a world where two and one wasn't three.
You were born with the talent, acquired the knack,
you get what you want when you're on your back.
I don't want a confrontation, I just want a conversation.
Consider this an invitation, leaving from the nearest station.
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3. |
Mariana's Trench
04:58
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It's been a long time, my dearest friend,
and I'm well aware everything has its end.
I'll pull the plug on the ocean, blue
and I'll cross Mariana's Trench for you
Imagine the world we'll find.
Leave the walking world behind.
I wanna dream like Alice in her wonderland.
I wanna sleep like the dog that bit the wrong hand.
Oh, but dying for someone is easy,
it's living, yeah living, that's the pain.
I saw you walking through the breezeway,
now come on, come on hide your shame.
I can feel it from here.
Come on, come on hide your fear
and I can taste it from here,
come on, come on hide your fear.
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Somewhere out there it's worth my time,
but I'll beware pilgrims and ghost shrines.
I've got these debts to pay, one day I'll give it, one day I'll give it,
I've got a life to save, one day I'll live it, one day I'll live it,
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5. |
Roy G
04:42
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I'm green with envy,
it makes me blue, I'm so damn down.
Some days, I'm yellow.
Scared to death to let my monsters out.
This king, this coward,
First in line to spike the crown.
This time, this hour,
seeing red, I'm going to drown you out.
Where are your martyrs?
Punch drunk Messiah, no thorns, no crown.
Forget the poisons-
your arsenic and your cyanide.
Forget the noises
close the door and won't you come inside?
It's all my own damn fault.
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