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Prince and Man
04:50
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Mad as sea and wind in battle that’ll disorient and shift the volume you occupy in me. You swore you never needed a helping hand. Despite some things you’ve come to know it’s still clear: there’s no rivalry or prince and man. And delicate disbelief is a sibling trend. I’m no rivalry or prince and man. A burgundy Mercury. Pack the car silly starlet. The racketeer won’t bring his racket here any more, handsome devil. Despite something’s you’ve come to know, it’s still clear: there’s no rivalry or prince and man. And delicate disbelief is a sibling trend. I’m no rivalry or prince and man. That frown will spoil you’re pretty face. So cut it out. It’s a blemish that leaves a trace.
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Wilder
03:37
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Sitting on the wing. Landing from the south way. Prepare. Cut your teeth. A new taste to sink your teeth in. Relax. Who's to say? No time to be stuck in your ways. Sitting on the wing. I'm at last convinced. Landing from the south when you catch my drift. Sitting on the wing. I am less incensed.
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Month of Bliss
06:22
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In the nick of the lickety split, welcome to the month of bliss. Take all that you can get. Always hail the latchkey kids. We all were the guinea pigs. That was now. This is then.
Careful if you scratch. The surface likes to fight back. Question what you ask. The truth is a last gasp.
I'm not sure about you, but I forget how too. All senses taken leave. Get the gist, but where's the twist. Won't you come and riddle me this: when is now ever then?
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Tensile Test
02:22
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There's a feeling that I can't shake. I'm pretty sure it's not half-baked. There's a property about you that's still fooling me now. What's your half life? Do you conduct or burn white? Maybe the time is right to light a fire and see how we get drawn into a wire to feel the sound.
Just wait, you'll see.
No strain in strength.
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Run with the Land
03:38
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There's a swallow in the old bookstore
flipping pages, flapping up a storm.
Harebrained.
Ham-fisted.
Summer will make good
to lengthen night and shorten day.
Down and out, drawn down like the reservoir.
Tipping toes to steer clear of sycamore.
The territory runs with the land.
Footstep fossils. We're trapped like the dinosaurs.
Shelves of dust caught up in the bird storm.
The territory runs with the land.
Lengthen night.
Shorten day.
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