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Thought into my systems
Found it on the ground
Figured: do I like?
Thought of you right now
Figured: too much systems
Thought it’d do right now
Feel the walk it slams you
Feel the walk of stances
Feel the walk it slams you
Fall and walk of stances
Fall and walk it slams you
Fall
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Mercy & Grace
02:59
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Mercy and grace
Follow me
Savin’ me (When?)
Savin’ me
Savin’ me (When?)
Never away
Leave it away
Run away
Hold on backwards
Hold on safe
Fell today
Fell too much but I’m ok
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In bed with anger
01:58
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I slept with anger on my name
I thought you’d knew but that’s ok
I made my bed but you won’t lay
I felt it cover once: My pain
In bed with anger I won’t lay
I thought you’d help but that’s ok
It’s like you knew that I won’t lay
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Obscene
01:38
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Obscene like every night
I’m longing for answers
I’ve leaned from back left and right
Not always the banter
Not always the banter
I’ve asked for a second time
I’m longing for answers
I stood from the left to right
Can’t honestly dance here
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Milk and thistle, and substance or some other
Soothing mine, and theirs, and others
Soft it felt to touch and cover needles sin and me
Stuck between our hands, directed by who points between
Look at you and you at me
Danced our sights without deceit
I’m lying in the night
Laying now without our covers, heat bound us without a trouble
Loosen grips the minds of brothers fight and spar and seethe
Writhing and fit with something awful
Born with anger, and something true
It held onto a midday swig of truth, toiling and swirling into and onto me Flesh and fabric woven one again or two and...
And well two more or: how many?
Always counting: how many?
Always counting: how many?
Writ with fever, fit with something awful, I’m fit with it too
Hoarded only like a sight of nothing more or less
Kept alive by scent, touch and more too
Left alone for nothing more
I cannot keep up with sharp minds
It is difficult to be conditioned
I cannot keep up with quick wit
Driving hearts gas leak
I cannot keep up with high speeds Broked-down
Low energy
Evicted
I see you
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6. |
Extreme Fantasy
01:12
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Blessed
02:31
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Carried steps
Found I’m blessed
Held your hand
Carried steps
Found I’m blessed
I held your hand
You held my hand
Carried steps
I found I’m blessed
You’d thought it would be
It rather would see
Carried your hand
I found I’m blessed
You gave it to me, you gave it to me
Found I’m checked in two
I gave it some thought and after you
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8. |
Life after life
04:11
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Life after life
Segments untethered
Guess I just died
Went onto something
Found out it’s not true
I guess I’m beginning the end like I knew
I skipped all the steps
And left it unto
I thought of you asking if you’d come too
But I’d known better than ask again
Humiliation
Not beginning and end
It starts somewhere
I’d thought it you
I guessed it’d mean I’ll see it through
Listenin’ to the ways you scare me at night
Guess I’ll only be here this time
Felt to answer empty when
Gave me hearts under your skin
Begging after once in a while
Thought I’d ask for a smile
Never understood it then
Ways you’d left me opening
Gaped up my heart
Closed it in two
Something I’d recognize
Something for you
I kept understanding
Life after life
Segments untethered
Guess I just died
Went onto something
Found out it’s not true
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Simple
05:22
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I came and I changed it
Won’t I come?
Won’t I come?
I kept on my hands
Won’t I come?
Won’t I come?
It came and I changed it
Won’t I come?
Won’t I come?
All these second times it’s careful to know
Careful to know
Won’t you soothe it
Known to you I come too soon
I long to do I’m sorry you...
I’m sorry it’s simple
I’m sorry it’s simple
Sorry I’m too simple and agreed
Sorry I’m too simple and I agree
Never meant for this to be unseen
Savor it would I like to be
Thought another line: It won’t be
Thought another way it won’t receive
Kept it under wraps I can’t see
Coverin’ up my mind it won’t be
Anything but other than that’s it
Half the lie that lies that I can’t see
I see
It gave me a laugh hallowed be
It gave me a laugh hallowed be
It gave me a laugh hallowed be
It gave me a laugh hallowed be
It gave me a laugh hallowed be
Be be be
Seen: I’d like to
Hear: It gave in I’d like to change
Well I’d like to be heard
Well I’d like to be known just like you
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you
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Cold chills in desert sun
Watch my best friend die in a dream
Watch my best friend weep on live in a dream
Die tonight in hell with me
Heat on heat no cover
I think I’m one month sober: and that’s a good joke
Spilled my future on the carpet on purpose
Shrunk my mental space for fun it wasn’t worth it
Thought we might’ve looked up at the same time
Told you the truth and I lied at the same time
You knew that they know and I couldn’t show
The fear I had of losing my mind
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Morgan Garrett Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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