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Epitome of Me
03:07
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I wake up, I see this shadow hanging over me.
Telling me to believe, in the things I see on TV.
But I know society gets between by breaking down my honesty.
I just receive these thoughts; I bleed and never see a drop.
So stop, collaborate, and listen.
I know some words are missing.
But if you just fill in the rest.
Maybe it’ll all make sense.
‘Cause I know that in reality
I am the epitome of me
I know it sounds silly
But I am one in a million, just like you
I write down these words, you say that they’re not even yours
You say that I’m polluted, that my mind might have been looted
I agree to disagree, that we’ve got freedom of speech
Honestly that right is bogus; your influence has sold us
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2. |
Nowhere
04:49
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The heart of every man has a boy who lives inside,
trained by life to be pushed away. We tell ourselves that he should hide.
I miss my carefree past. I wish there were a way to make it last.
Scratch out the dueling melodies and feel what's right.
There doesn't seem to be a place that's right...
Well, maybe I should move.
How can anyone be right?
Can we know where to find?
It's hard enough to believe anything in my mind
is making any sense tonight.
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3. |
Explore
04:02
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It's been a couple of days,
a couple things I've been wonderin'...
Like how to stop.
You found a couple of ways:
A new story worth plunderin'
It might take you a while to see how this story plays out.
Just take a minute...
Take a look at the frequency.
Are we burning up?
I had to witness for myself a new piece of scenery
I couldn't get enough.
I know it's never been like this before.
Taking the time I need,
I'm gonna go explore.
Every lesson learned.
I'm gonna fly.
Get's me one step closer to the sky.
I paid a visit to a friend,
shares a bit of my history,
knows a bit of my mystery,
And she told me,
"Take it slowly. You'll never be lonely again."
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4. |
Being in Love Is Alright
04:24
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Could I be lost at sea? See, I’m running away.
Away from my thoughts, thought I’d be okay.
I’m writing a song from notes. Note the lack of continuity in theme.
But that’s all she wrote. She wrote the lyrics on my lips.
Baby being in love is alright.
Alright, I’m being cheesy but believe me it ain’t easy not to be.
When you’re wrapped up in a pair of arms that never wanna let you go.
She’s leaving this town on a train. I’m trained to be afraid of that you know.
You know what they say. Say I’ll be okay.
So I’ll hide in this room for two. Too many ways to say I miss you.
You’re calming down. Down my heart rate goes.
Now that you’re here, I’m fully aware of what one has to gain when falling in love.
Now that I know that the simplest road is usually right, I’ll stop reading books.
I’m finishing up this song; song to sing to you and you to sing to me.
Meaningful words that I love to say.
I hope you can hear me now. Now and always I’ll be singing these to you.
You’ll carry my tune in your own sweet ears.
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5. |
In a Funny Way
03:38
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It isn't every day that you get to lose your way
and if i could only do one thing right now, I would have to say,
I would find what we're all missing
it's not some pair of lips, I got used to kissing
And in a funny way, losing something makes it
just that much easier to find, and if i might say
finding something gives a certain satisfaction
the kind that makes the whole world smile
the kind you'll never lose.
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6. |
Cornerbench
03:54
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Sittin' on a corner bench,
wonderin' where I'll be tomorrow.
'Cause lately I've been askin' why
I no longer want to borrow.
What's happening?
A foul stench coming from the walls inside,
and I can't seem to make it go away
no matter how I seem to try.
It's when I want to see my face there
that I tell myself I'm fine.
But I need to find myself that place where
I'm not alone inside my mind.
I look around, I see a fence.
To climb it, I must hurdle high,
and if I'm worried I'm not strong enough,
I'll never know until I try
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7. |
I Still Can't Decide
02:36
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Yesterday I made a friend without even knowing
I don't know where it's going
this expectation growing
and I want so much for her to show without even showing
that she is not immune
to butterflies, a thousand souls
that flap their wings when i get close
I'll ask little questions, just to take it slow
I read her like a book and I love every syllable
but I still can't decide
if she's got mint or honey eyes
We can build a fort out of blankets chairs and cushions
we'll watch movies till the dawn
if Rufio would steal her heart
I'll just steal his part
I'll ask little questions, just to take it slow
I read her like a book and I love every syllable
but I still can't decide
If she's got mint or honey eyes
no I still can't decide
If she's got mint or honey eyes
honey eyes, mint or honey eyes
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He steals money out of purses in the hallway, by the choir room at my high school
He tells the teacher that he’s going to the bathroom; I can’t believe he has a hall pass
It drives me nuts to see a punk–ass, jock-strap-wearing mother effer put a smile on
Because I swear they’re always pissed off on my case and bringing it on strong
Didja wanna? Didja wanna punch me? Didja wanna? DIdja wanna knock me out?
Didja wanna? Didja wanna punch me? Didja wanna? I know you could've kicked my ass.
He’s tattooed with a cross on his forearm… seriously?
Do you even know anything about JC, yeah, the guy who died on your arm?
No, you don’t even know what you got yourself into.
And I’m ok with calling you out, well because, we don’t go to high school anymore.
But he goes to church
He’s selling pills and stealing candy from the dollar store
Growing up but growing down even more
In his head, he lacks thought. He acts hot, whatever it takes to score some pot
Hey, take it easy, I’m not talking about you, but why so heated?
This conceited mindset might be best to lay to rest, what do you think? Get off your chest.
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9. |
Finger's Bleeding
04:18
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Too many lives to maintain.
Finding it hard to sustain the smiles and the perks.
I'm sorry, I know I'm a jerk.
If I see a black cat in the rearview mirror,
is my bad luck really behind me?
Or is it lurking in a place where I'm stepping blindly?
We're finally across that line
But I am only inspiration,
imitation at its best,
a thread of old yarn made new.
What can we do?
I watch the sunrise in the mirror.
I don't know where I will go today,
but if I stop and wait too long
will the morning keep exploring your early bird ways?
But I know the road keeps going rain or shine,
so there's never an excuse for wasting any time.
It's just something that is done without warning.
We're exploring now.
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10. |
Head on a Kite
04:09
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Am I just a figment of my imagination?
Conjured up by an alien nation
Now it’s not impossible, mind you
Like you, I’m a just a ball of atoms, or so they say
When I walk, my legs wanna carry me round
Where my head wants, and where my body’s found
And my lungs, they fill me with the chemicals
The chemicals that make me make me
I think too much about life
It’s like my head’s on a kite
Watching it all go by
It’s like my head’s on a kite
Sometimes at night I’ll lay in bed for hours
Pondering the unanswerable powers
What a goddamn conundrum
Just enjoy it is what I always end up saying
Evolving creatures of selection
And all that bull shit about connections
Wake me up and teach me revolution
‘Cause evolution’s not doing so well
Can you see your house from here or are you staring upwards?
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11. |
Don't Forget
05:21
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You've got a number of footprints you'd rather not see,
a number of places you'd rather not be,
and something's got you down.
You've taken all the right steps, minus a couple, it seems,
but you can't place your mind on just what it means,
but your head's a ghost town.
Just remember, you are them, and they are you.
You bring to life your thoughts,
so to yourself be true.
We can overcome this mess when we are young.
Though we disagree, we can't forget to love.
You can wear a nice mask for all the public to see,
but if you wear it too long, you might never come clean.
Can you feel the warmth now?
Just keep asking yourself,
"What thoughts should my mind feed?"
A productive dialogue, a few good deeds!
But this ain't your hometown.
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