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Liquid Self
05:05
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(Verse 1)
Do I need that fucking cigarette,
Smoking breath, choking death.
Oh, do I miss those lovely hugs of gold,
I feel cold without your body next to mine.
One foot forward, one foot walking, another in hell.
I feel better now, in my liquid self.
One mind following, my eyes open, looking for wealth.
I feel better now, in my liquid self.
(Verse 2)
Do I need another damn regret,
Self-obsessed, drunken compulsion of my mind.
Oh, as I stumble into darkly times,
My mind'd be fine, if only I could see the view.
One foot forward, one foot walking, another in hell.
I feel better now, in my liquid self.
One mind following, my eyes open, looking for wealth.
I feel better now, in my liquid self.
(Chorus)
And I want you, feel my pain come true with you,
Life's in two.
And I need you, just that feeling of seldom youth,
Breaking through.
(Verse 3)
Just wanna be the thing I've set,
A happy boy, with no pre tense.
Were all my thoughts are all emptiness,
Crafting this, great consciousness.
(Chorus)
And I want you, feel my pain come true with you,
Life's in two.
And I need you, just that feeling of seldom youth,
Breaking through.
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2. |
Smoking Boy
03:58
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(Verse 1)
I'm just smoking in bed,
Well no but I'm not really living,
Entranced by my fax machine dial,
Looks like this flower won't be wild.
And all three of my gods,
They all smile at the plans for me,
That I be a tall soul,
Never succumb to a goal.
(Chorus)
Well I don't give a fuck,
I'll just stay in bed,
Well I don't give a fuck,
I'll just stay in bed.
Come on pretty lady,
Put him back together,
Come on pretty devil,
Tear him into pieces now.
(Verse 2)
I'm just praying in bed,
Well no, but I'm not really looking.
For my esoteric self,
To be risen up from hell.
And all six of my fears,
Look beneath all the boredom.
I'm truly afraid of this self,
To never succumb to my goals.
(Chorus)
Well I don't give a fuck,
I'll just stay in bed,
Well I don't give a fuck,
I'll just stay in bed.
(Bridge)
This is my life it isn't fair,
This is a life of pure regrets,
Shut up to be so goddamn fair,
Shut up and live with your regrets.
This is my life it isn't fair,
This is a life of pure regrets,
Shut up to be so goddamn fair,
Shut up and live with your regrets.
(Bridge 2)
I am me,
I am me,
I am me.
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Phoenix/Arizona Melbourne, Australia
I was raised on Greenaway, Oshima & Breillat.
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