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Maynard
03:12
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hookers, drugs, jesus metaphors
i lined out the meanings
when i was stoned and bored
it's been a dozen years
since i last heard from you
your satanic drummer
and the other two
when you're not, not around
wrote a song about maynard
keep from getting down
i saw you at a festival
blazing through the hits
felt all warm inside
you sang of apocalypse
projections of parabolas
and otherworldly things
but i must admit
i need something new to sing
when you're not, not around
wrote a song about maynard
keep from getting down
treat your words like texts of gods i never knew
but i need something, something more from you
wrote a song about maynard
keep from getting down
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i hear you talking, talking, talking on the state of affairs
i see you writing it down, another call for prayers
a vague line of communication
some may see it as a call for help
a manifest on global issues
but even the pedestal has gone to hell
no it never was too important
never meant for it to get too distorted
you're powerless, please enjoy
i see you digging, digging, digging in my comic-book chest
i see you rooting, rooting, rooting for a bulletproof vest
you heard tale of an american man
you heard tale of a superior race
the revolution, it will be posted
alongside your profile page
no it never was too important
never meant for it to get too distorted
you're powerless, please enjoy
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JFC
04:04
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young boy is amazed by the power of flight
young boy is grinning at his flapping wings
young boy he thinks he'll grab the sun
young boy's dreams are fiction
he still thinks he's an eagle
daddy daddy daedalus he's never there
killed himself, a hurricane of shame
momma and minos, you know they tried
young boy melts wax wings to his back
he still thinks he's an eagle
sunshine was special on his fingertips
he braced himself, felt it on his lips
and the feathers tore away
meanwhile kids back home
stared at the sky
always knew what he didn't
always knew
he could never, ever
he could never, ever
fly
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Mandy
02:45
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(ready for the big ride baby)
in the shadows
in the mountains
i found her
in the woods
it is quiet
until dawn
baby, baby
i can't stand to watch you burn
dumbstruck
this can't be real
chained and bruised
black skulls
the latest cult
call the reaper
in a hideout
underground
below beliefs
take a potion
find a snowflake
watch it melt
baby, baby
i can't stand to watch you burn
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