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This Hill
03:23
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Stop dying on me, you're tough to be around
This hill is tired
There's too much tourism
Feet stomp from signaling a battle
it's hard to get much lower than the ground
This hill is tired
Stop dying on me, you're tough to be around
You wanna fuck you wanna fight on this hill
You wanna show you were here
Buy merch of your visit on this hill
Start a bill and hope for law and order
On this hill?
This hill is tired
Stop dying on me, you're tough to be around
On this hill...
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2. |
Human Resource
02:38
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Experienced on paper
Training, never
Your paychecks a favor
The only fruits are your labor
Don't call us we won't call you
Automated replies
are like a part in the sky...
Experienced on paper
Training, never
your paychecks a favor
So enjoy the fruits of your labor
I'm not static but I'm waiting
This can't be silence, forever
This can't be it, this can't be silence
Forever
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3. |
Urge Surf It
03:32
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It's not real until it is
So ride the wave
It's only a feeling
Let it build, let it crash
There's no need to act
It's just an urge, surf it
I wanna speak up and clarify
I wanna buy things and fuck off
Take a hit, live a dream
For an exhale...
It's just an urge, surf it
Your dreams are just dreams, so let them go
As they get caught into the undertow
It's just an urge surf it
It's just an urge so surf it
I rode it, I did it, I swear
And something changed
I couldn't see a thing
Until I hit the wave
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4. |
The Middleman
01:17
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The middleman goes home
Everyday he's just trying to breathe
grasp for a moment, before dunking back in
Although drowning would not please them
It would buy him a weekend to heal
No "my bad"s, no apologies, please
Stop playing with your food
Jeez...
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5. |
Cloverhead
03:34
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Comb my hair
There's nothing there
Except for four leaf clovers
I've walked on ice, more than twice
But have yet to turn over
The floors and ceilings, they ebb and flow
Don't forget to let it go
When your hair feels
Just like clover
I see you there, looking scared
Of probably a loser
I know it's not right, but I'd think twice
Before calling in a favor
I wish we had a way out
I thought this was the way out
Was this not the way out?
I wish we had a way out...
...when your hair feels
just like clover
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6. |
Toes of Gold
03:18
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He speaks through toes
with nails of gold
Blowing smoke
that smells so old
He's rode my ass
to different homes
I never stopped to question it was all I've known
Can't do that can't do this can't do that right now
I can't do this right now
I saw his foot
reach for his mouth
He gave it a blow
making promises that will never hold
Boys will be boys
or so I'm told
Can't do this can't do this can't do this
can't do this right now
Everybody make some way for the thing
The thing that could mean everything
The thing that could make anything
He brags of days and how they go
Great or better paying me in fool's gold
Yeah I'll suck on it
I'll bite my tongue
Another day, another hour
another second, what the fuck
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7. |
Step On It
05:20
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I wanna be the tack that you step on
god (damn it) are you listening?
You step with no regard
and I'm left to clean it up
And now my mind's in a bag with rice
Because that's the only hope I've got
Is this thing listening?
Is this thing hearing me out?
Is this thing listening?
Now step on it...
What's it gonna take
Maybe we can program something, artificual
While we pretend to wait
for the next candidate of fame
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8. |
Buy Out
02:55
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Get in bed with the buy out
Handles and hips
to hold through turbulence
You wan this to slow down
You better buy in, buy in, buy it, now
A figure, a number, a heaven, whatever
Trippin on nothing and sober still
I see the light and it's not mine
Oh well, no waste of time
Faith in this, faith in this faith in this
blow out
no doubt
Smitten by the thought
of waiting in line
I'll pretend I have patience
So what's the deal
Let's
Get in bed with the buy out
Come to bed
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9. |
Somebody's Gotta Go
04:21
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Go
Somebody's gotta go
Why couldn't it be me?
It's not like anyone else is coming back
For sure not soon
I'll drift to the moon
Soft skills in hand
that's not a skill anyone else has
Not in these times...
One small step
Take it easy
Isn't it wild?
All that work to find some space
I want some space
I'd drift away
I want some space...
I'm afraid of a darkness that I'd like
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