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We've Got The Time
03:35
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Superstitious
02:42
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There is something in my sock
It feels like a rock deep within my sweater, felt sweater
When there's nothing to inform
Then for starter's, just make sure of you're plate
That speedy opium are things I like to eat for my only dinner
I'm so superstitious, I realize
When there's nothing inside my injection
Force will then reassure the meatball, my big meatballs
When there's numbers in return to, to recite or sing this song
You've got to go to, to come to, when there's nothing to recite
I'll make sure you return the dress, to go to, to come to
I'm so superstitious, I realize
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R.S.C. Coordination
05:13
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Roland's in the boy's backseat, smacking some seeds in you
Roland says he's got a few now, seeds inside of you
Roland's in the ghost guest room, smoking some pipes or two
Roland says he's got a favor, something for me to do
Are you calling ?
Roland's in the porn backseat, setting some things to do
Roland's got these seeds in calling, smoking inside of you
Are you calling ?
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4. |
Belles & Smells
03:37
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Belles & smells
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5. |
Flagship (Narrative)
04:41
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6. |
Crowd Of Politicians
02:02
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Our summer is gone
We could go back all day long
We drive a car and we could surf all day long
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Limited Edition
02:59
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As I traveled in the streets of my mind
Don't me semi-so if a ghost says I am
I am a ghost
In my mind, my ghost rots a families burden
Just detecting not to see the truth, but me
Serving as a prophet sent, being I want to sell
Something in the prepare preaches another jaguar, oh
I don't know that it's blood
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8. |
Hotel Room
03:58
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Chinese eyes, oh mangy hair
My, oh my
Hide these eyes, oh
Girl met guy, hi
Wipe those tears off (and moles)
Wipe those thoughts out (and nose)
Wipe those tears off (can you save my nose)
Wipe yourself dry (it's moldy)
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9. |
Stranger / Bumble Bees
05:48
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Stockings are bright at best
Contraceptive floors and opium
Voodoo dolls in the mezzanine
I'm a stranger, you're a stranger
Chalkboards are broken
No more cigarets at my front door
I feel funny while speakers blast at my front door
You're a stranger at my front door
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10. |
Supervise
03:49
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11. |
Phlem Trem Bis
04:26
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12. |
Nailroad (Banqueroute)
03:08
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Numbers, content, suspect all mine
And go ego, something asinine
Myself disposed someplace in my head
My hands, oh
Something pins up egos of sons, I fuck you not
My clock, my fat, my thoughts suck the sun
It sucks, my suck, my dirty suck
My sun, my home, my ohms
Something in the color of vision on my house, oh
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13. |
End (You Are My Escape)
02:18
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So much for an end now
Can nude eyes hate ?
While the movement would motion my escape
Love, you are my escape
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