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Dirt
04:01
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There's something about the way that you talk to me
When you know nobody else is around
That makes me never wanna see you again
Or just maybe only have to deal with myself
And I can't finish my thought without you chiming in first
You are the definition of "dirt"
And summer tastes just like whiskey
A cold shot to the belly
When living was almost easy and it kills me, yeah
You can't rewind, you can't unsee
All of this oppressive energy
So one more shot to the belly and it fills me, yeah
You held my hand when you kissed me
Intoxication through memory
Of what I was or what could be fucking kills me, yeah
I'm contemplating all I see
Never relaxed, I'm ill-at-ease
Always have been and I will be 'til it kills me, yeah
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I heard it transpire
Over the radio
And though I can explain
I won't
All of the time spent
Thumbing at your paper folds
Is just a waste of what you've got left
I find myself hoping not to sleep right
So I can beg a better dose in the daylight
I was tingling when we got down
Eclectic, chemical
Imitation of the real thing
Unearthed, exposed
You can see it in the cat's eye
Purchased in centerfold
And I'm weak, but I'm not dumb
I know that neither of us really won the fight
And how does any of this really matter?
Penetration in a daydream
In flesh, unclothed
Fascination with what's out of reach
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Poor Historian
03:06
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And they say contentment is a poor historian
Or maybe that was something that I thought rather than heard
When you're stable, resting on the fact of what you've earned
Looking back, the truth is somehow harder to discern
When I washed up I was feeling empty and nowhere
And, in truth, I tried but couldn't get myself to care
'Cause I've a wondering eye that's always finding joy somewhere
In looking back, the truth of everything never seems fair
And I lost it when I thought that I lost you
Couldn't stop it 'cause I never would stop you
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He sits down
All of his confidence lost
He sits still
Picturing times gone by
You're right there
Frozen with your feet in concrete again
You sit still
Thinking of times gone by
It's alright
Not knowing and not caring aren't the same thing
You press on
'Cause sitting still gets you nowhere anyway
You move on
Knowing there's no time you don't give yourself
You move on
He stands up
He retreats
Knowing he has to get back on his feet
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Blake Cormier
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Justin Drummond
PJ Remmler
Mari Maurice
Tommy Garcia
Stephen Oakes
Zach Dunlap
Claes Norstedt
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