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Hey There!
01:10
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Hey there! How'd I get here?
Why so nervous?
Why no service?
Is that all that you got?
Oh well, I know you're busy, but I just want to see you around
the playground.
Hey there! It's sad you left here.
Why so nervous?
Why no service?
Alright, but I got to tell you that I miss seeing you, and doing all those things that we did
On your roommate's bedroom floor.
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Come See Me
02:03
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Hey there, with the leaky eyeballs
Hey you, dragging ball and chain
Hey you, with the incandescent smile.
We will ride on into sunlight.
We will feel fear no more.
Why not cast off your armor?
Come see me, leave it on the floor.
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Dark Globe
02:06
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The sun is up, and everybody's lying down.
It's just like us to waste a perfect day.
And every day will look the same in a million different ways,
And that's why we're so wishy-washy,
Wasted, washed up like we lost the toss-up.
But I ain't waiting for you no more,
Though I will love you so for evermore.
So you had a lot of fun, but that's all done.
So I'm off to yellow eyes and slow suicide.
So now you graze in softer pastures, but that's not what I'm after,
Laughter lingers longer than most lovers' lust, dusk, or crusty eyes at sunrise.
But oh, you've a beautiful brain.
Oh, what a beautiful brain.
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Shaken, Baby
02:38
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I wanna wake up on your pillow.
I can't seem to sleep on my own,
And I'm way out, wondering why
Every time I try
It's like waiting for my very dying day.
And my memories of you bring me no peace.
And this binary babble is such cold comfort.
Some people need machines to supplement their dreams.
I must resist this cold and lifeless mistress.
I wanna wake up on your pillow.
I don't want to be on my own.
And I'm hung up; hanging out loud,
And feeling like a fool.
You got me shaken, baby.
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I Will Riot
02:24
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I will riot.
I will greet the summer sun with nothing left to do.
We will reach up.
We will begin to recollect ourselves.
Shape up, then ship out.
Safe passage through the last attack of the panicked past.
And it'll always hurt where you hit me,
But it's funny how uninteresting you turned out to be.
I will wake up.
Clammy hands and baggy eyes glazed over, gazing down.
From the ground up,
I've built my guilt, now watch it wilt before your eyes.
Just wait for sunup
In the run-up to who knows what, well everybody does.
And when you said that you don't know yourself,
I thought, 'I think that I'm the only one I'll ever really know.'
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A Place We Can't See
04:55
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All this high gravity
Always pulling me
Down to where nobody belongs
Now I can't fall asleep
I'm digging way too deep
And I'm not so sure I don't wanna stay
More battles lost than won
More songs scrapped than sung
Less disappointed than proven right
Finding more fears to fight
I ain't no island
I wanna build a bridge today
Cos we're all on our way
To a place we can't see
So why would you say
Anything you don't mean?
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On the Comedown
02:41
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Done keeping up with you.
I'm running off of fumes.
I'm on the comedown
From everything.
The gutter don't suit me
Any more than the clouds,
Or bare earth,
Or anything.
Cos all I got is more than I need.
Where did you come from?
And did you leave your mark?
It's only visible if you're in the room.
Will you wait it out,
Or follow me inside?
Cos right now I don't feel like doing anything.
And all we got is too much time.
So we fill it up, and forget everything.
And don't it make you dizzy
To stand your ground,
Look 'round, then down from where you are?
It's just too much
To trust your guts these days.
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The Fig Mints (of Your Imagination) Utica, New York
The Fig Mints is some guy named Bobby Rogan. When not playing songs written by someone else, he prefers to write his own for what it’s worth, and has recorded nine albums and two EPs of (mostly) original material inspired by youthful indiscretion; severe anxiety attacks; heavy drinking; and of course, girls. Sprinkle a little self-loathing in there, and you get what you hear. ... more
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