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I Wanted Anything
02:50
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As a kid I'd get scratch tickets instead of gifts
They'd come wrapped in newspaper
They'd arrive in greeting cards
But they were never on my Christmas list
I wanted anything but what I got
And as a teenager the gifts got stranger and stranger
There was one year, you robbed a liquor store
I got a bottle of soda and a bag of candy
But later in that same year, you laughed and laughed
when all my fucking teeth fell out
I wanted anything but what I got
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Is There A Hotline?
02:54
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Is there a hotline I can call?
I have an antenna growing out of my skull
And now my life has a nasty hiss
This is a crisis
This is a crisis
Is there a person I can speak with?
I am scared of the message that is coming in
The woman's voice is making me so anxious
This is a crisis
This is a crisis
Was there a warning sign I missed?
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He only wants insects at his birthday party
He doesn't want to invite our dysfunctional families
He is grossed-out by cake and ice cream
So, we are feeding our guests dirt and sunflower seeds
It is his birthday party
And our faces are all dirty
We only want a backyard full of laughter
But summer always invites another disaster
He dislikes stuffed animals and action figures
So, we are buying him a lifetime of silence and blurred-out faces
It is his birthday party
And our faces are all blurry
His smile is as bright as a billboard
And we are the products of his imaginary world
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I Know That Woman
02:54
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When her eyes explode
When her bones crack
And her heart shatters like glass
He'll smile and move on to the next woman
When her blood settles
When her skin slips off
And her organs spoil like apples
Two animals will fight over her
And the winner will eat what he left of her
He'll smile and move on to the next woman
I know who that woman is
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No
04:06
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What do I wear to your funeral?
When we were together, I never wore clothes
Your friends asked me to write a poem for the newspaper
But you and I, never used words
How do I twist my face into a caring expression?
It did not come with the easiest of instructions
Your parents asked if I wanted one your paintings
I said, no. I like the bare walls of my life
Still, they wrap their arms around me
And feel like the rotting oak tree they cut down the day you died
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A Bluebird Vacation
03:09
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Oh, we're burning our clothes again
Oh, we're masking our circuits again
We're taking off on a bluebird vacation
We're falling in love with an ugly simulation
I think we should fake another moon landing
No, I don't want to clean that knife again
No, I don't want to up my meds again
We're getting off on the biting and scratching
We're too endless to keep on bleeding
I think we should fake another moon landing
I think we should fake our own abduction
I think we should fake our own abduction
All we need is a ransom note and a shady plastic surgeon
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Weapon
03:15
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I find a set of teeth in my house
They are cleaner than my teeth
I use them to build a new mouth
Now I speak every language
Now I speak to the dead
I find a pair of hands in my kitchen
They are stronger than my hands
I cut-off the ones that failed me
Soon, I'll be a weapon
Soon, I'll be hunting you
Everything I find, I will use, to replace myself
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People Dislike Me
02:58
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Animal I Can't Avoid
03:13
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I'm not in control right now
I swallowed too many pills today
I failed too many times today
But in the backseat is a promise that we both made
I'm not in control right now
I murdered too many smiles today
I lied too many times today
But on the highway is an animal I can't avoid
I'm not in control right now
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Never Get Clean
04:07
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The more expensive the couch, the more costly the tears
The dirtier the mouth, the more broken the words
The more desperate I feel
There's always the screaming of white noise machines
There's always a table full of shitty magazines
And there's always the feeling, I'll never get clean
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
The more attractive the face, the more useless the hour
The tackier the clothes, the more distant the growth
The more hateful I feel
I can smell the breath of every patient who was here before me
I can feel the hurt of every patient who was here before me
Still I keep talking
And they keep sending me the bill
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Psychic Graveyard San Diego, California
Psychic Graveyard is Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, Charles Ovett, and Nathan Joyner.
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