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your body's like a night wall to me
you tell me what it's used for, set free the past
get a grip boy
hold on tight boy
get a grip boy, you don't know how to dig it right
baby you'll tell me bout it, all about it cuz i'm about it
you'll see once i draw all the lines
don't hide, you'll find you can't hide on the inside of your own mind
not in my mind
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trigger, handle
01:51
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martin luther, martin luther king
he was the greatest man i ever knew
martin luther king
give me the arrow, don't you let me down
walking over circles
one-eyed jerking me around
back up on to my side if you want know
i will paint a picture but i sure won't help you grow
martin luther, martin luther king
he was the greatest man i ever knew
martin luther king
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oh sweet baby ha ha
02:59
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oh rosa, time is running out
they are coming here
pay the bill, cut your hair and close the door
try and disappear
oh rosa, the rain has finally stopped
dry yourself on out
no more room to take for taking your time
get the hell on out
oh rosa, i know just how you feel
i have been there too
i've spent years and years just mending broken parts
and you've split me in two
oh rosa, it's never felt so wrong
please just leave me be
play the game and find your solace in ideals
nothing left to see
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clay
03:35
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there is a hole in my head it hurts real bad and from this hole comes a liquid and this liquid is brown it's brown like clay brown not the brown you'd expect it's brown like clay because my head is clay it's made out of clay don't you see that my head is made out of clay it's made from clay because my body is clay and everything i know is made out of clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
everything i see is so much pain i see it in your eyes and you see it mine we're made out of clay you and and i don't deny the fact that you're made out of clay like me we know it they know everyone knows that we're made out of clay because you and i we're made out of clay
don't you see that our bodies are made out of clay
don't you see that our bodies are made from clay
don't you see that our bodies are made from clay
don't you see that our bodies are made from clay
i will jump off a building you'll see me fall when i hit the ground you'll know that i'm clay because my clay will flatten onto the pavement real good and then you'll see my flattened on the ground like clay cause i'm made out of clay don't you see that i'm clay and if you touch me i'm clay i will break because i'm clay and clay will break if you touch it so please don't touch me cause i'm made out of clay and i'll break
don't you see that my body is made out of clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
don't you see that my body is made from clay
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painting with no hands
01:15
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the man is bats
the man is bats
the man is absolutely bats, his mind is piloted by rats
filthy rats, filthy rats
the man can talk
the man can walk
the man can mutter, sputter, cluttering the hallways in or my
in or my, in or my
i don't care for you
won't be there for you
can't say a prayer for you
i won't, i won't
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let me in
02:45
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keeping time is made of this
i know i can trust my friends to talk to me and keep me sane
out in the cold, morals weakened and old
i know i can trust my friend to take me there and let me know i'm real
let me in, oh let me in
i promise i won't get violent this time
open the gate, see the look on my face and
tell me you don't want to play with me
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sex, peter
01:15
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kill me and take my eggs
kill me and take my eggs
timber timbre, wanderlander, alexandra say goodnight
kill me and take my eggs
kill me and take my eggs
timber timbre, wanderlander, alexandra say goodnight
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i am no man
03:05
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i'm burning
i'm burning
don't put me out
tell me something i don't know
i'm yearning
i'm yearning
don't let me out
keep it all away from me
i'm learning
i'm learning
burn the words you wrote
i don't want to read them anymore
i'm burning
i'm burning
don't put me out
please leave me on the floor i'll be just fine
don't put me out
just tell me something i don't know
i know everything
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shame
02:19
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selfish, don't be so selfish
i'm just trying to see you smile
tired, you look so tired
tired why am i
selfish, don't be so selfish
i'm just trying to see you smile
tired, you look so tired
tired why am i
tired why
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Peter Campanelli Seattle, Washington
music made for me and for you
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