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Voice 043 (Ashtray)
04:00
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walk in the kitchen you say nothing i say nothing why is it something? like in the drawer where i see everything and all i can think about is anything and not you. walk the path to work so that i can avoid you. i could walk a million of those steps to work and not thinking of anything not you.
i'm in the ashtray you're in the garden
i'm not gonna waste my life not kissing someone. i'm not gonna waste my life not kissing the name of someone in their eyelashes. said the wind don't blow but i got blown down just the other day. i cut your hair into a million frames but still i can't see your face.
i'm in the ashtray you're in the garden
one more precious score for your memory. i hope he plays as well as me. one more precious score for your memory. i love football as much as you love me.
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Voice 015 (Pig Lipstick)
02:31
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automatic goodbye. a planchette's not a blanket. when are you gonna be quiet? i told you to be quiet.
automatic nothing. i love all of your screams. voice is touching me like spiders (too cute for revenge). i live in dreams.
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Voice 021 (Solitaire)
03:04
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You gave me leftover hand water in the off-chance i'd be alone with my sweaty body. it's hard to be good when it's so boring. wanna make so many mistakes in front of you.
I play solitaire while i wait
You are making your own problems in me. loving yourself don't mean anything if you don't. hope you always appear to me like a sigil - a sign for my impending loneliness
I play solitaire while i wait
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things are better off where you left them. i put myself here. warm hands, cold heart, bad cellphone service. apocalyptic cheerleader.
green was too bright for you, blue
things are better off where you left them. i mistake me. you mistake me. i'm a mistake. fly on the wall, you can't break me. streets have nice names in corpus christie.
green was too bright for you, blue
LIED to a stranger. made the relationship after quite hard. tired of myself.
but the moon is mine. it follows me as i drive. but the moon is mine.
hot ashes.
spit spit spit
i've got friends in hell
told me to look the other way. looked up at the ceiling instead. tired of myself.
but the moon is mine. it follows me as i drive. but the moon is mine.
hot ashes.
spit spit spit
i've got friends in hell
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feel so bad about myself right now. wanna crawl into a picture instead. wanna make words that don't make sense at all. put them in a note and put them on the wall.
everything's so bright and hopeless
never really cared for people of the human kind. so i put on my mask and let my eyeballs rewind. gonna put the picture on the shelf. that's on the wall where i hid the note.
everything's so bright and hopeless
let's not know each other anymore. when we play fight we play fight. let's not know each other anymore. when we play nice we play nice.
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Voice 078 (Okay Heart)
03:41
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thought about stealing your heart. had all the plans laid out really. thought about stealing your heart.
he doesn't know me like you do. i don't know me like you do. i don't know anyone like i know... i swear i swear i swear
thinking about the other night. there was nothing i could say really. took me outside to see if i was okay and i said i was okay.
i was not okay
OKAY OKAY OKAY
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