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Ginseng
02:54
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Is the ginseng enough do you taste it on your tongue do you feel yourself coming undone
Do your lips begin to smack does your skin begin to crack do you feel the muscles tear in your back
Do you feel so well do you miss their wit are you trying to avoid or are you trying to commit
Are you comforted by a sweeping voice that drowns your soul by turning up the noise
It was once there now it’s a thing of the past
It was once in your hands but you gave it back
Are you strangled by the embers of a rope that once tethered but you broke free of
Do you sleep at night anymore or are you terrorized by what you had before
It was once there now it’s a thing of the past
It was once in your hands but you gave it back
Do you catch yourself repeating again do you catch yourself living in the wind
Did you leave on the terms that you need or did you miss represent everything
Do you feel content living apart is there room on your canvas for some abstract art
Is the ginseng enough do you taste it on your tongue do you feel yourself coming undone
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The Hills
03:48
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Psychic readings on the wall
Tell me you’re not here anymore
Like the glow of the street lamp at night
Not too loud but hard to find
You’re in my head but not in my dreams
You’re in the story but not in this scene
Encompassing all the air without doing anything
Telling stories that make me cry
Using words that I can’t define
You’re like a painter painting with no eyes
But you're best in show always first prize
You’re in my head but not in my dreams
You’re in the story but not in this scene
Encompassing all the air without doing anything
An enigma I can’t understand
Dialect I can’t comprehend
Your omnipresent so out of reach
And I would do anything
Like a rusted man on rustic stilts
You’re hidden away out in the Hills
And I would come invade your space
But you choose to stay hidden away
You’re in my head but not in my dreams
You’re in the story but not in this scene
Encompassing all the air without doing anything
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Charade
03:09
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Wear your nightclothes outside
Where you know you’re not coming home tonight
Find your prince find you a man
Wear your heels as high as you can
Cover your lips up with paint
Make your eyes sparkle like rain
Generous friend is how you color yourself
Here for you and for no one else
In a dimly lit corner where you hide your pain
In this dark hallway voices calling your name
Count the tracks on your arm
Fall into their’s and feel warm
A delicate balance of whiskey and cigs
The homesick feeling of a strangers kiss
In a dimly lit corner where you hide your pain
In this dark hallway voices calling your name
In this charade where you’re hiding face
In this feast of self-respect are you watching your weight
Paint the pillow case with your face
Walk home with this bitter taste
Puffy cheeks fade your masquerade
Begs the question are you craving love or hate
In a dimly lit corner where you hide your pain
In this dark hallway voices calling your name
In this charade where you’re hiding face
In this feast of self-respect are you watching your weight
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White Noise
05:00
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Crucify my lullaby and lay my little head down
Trying to get some sleep but my head keeps racing around
How can I rest how can I sleep
Knowing you're out there but you're not with me
There's a glow of light that seeps through my window
I've tried to block it out but the curtains never close
A hole that leads to a world beyond my walls
A universe where you exist but I can never call
How can I rest how can I sleep
Knowing you're out there but you're not with me
Do you feel me calling can you hear my voice
Is there a medium or is it all just white noise
The taste of a cheap scotch littered throughout my tongue
The smoke from your lips shotgunned right into my lungs
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Judy
03:05
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Judy was a cool kid
She had a lot of friends
She never look down on anyone
You could always depend
Judy was a lover
And Judy was my friend
Judy dropped out of high school
Because Judy had a kid
What kind of life will Judy live
It's been forever since I've talked to my friend
Judy still takes emails
She still takes phone calls
But Judy doesn't get out much
Or ever at all
And I miss the days when Judy was around
And I miss seeing her and I miss hanging out
Judy was a warm hearted
A very kind person
Judy is living the kind of life
I don't know how to live
Judy was my friend
I wish we would talk from time to time
And Judy's life has changed
But she's still warm hearted and kind
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Vivid Dreams
02:07
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I hate my writing and I can’t stand my voice
It’s all the same story with a different word choice
I can't dream up an image or a tale
My gears are spinning my thoughts all been derailed
Sprinkle me with vivid dreams
Beat me up just to make me think
I’ve yet to give up but I’m so close to the edge
Give me a story or just an image
Televised homicide hatred and bigoted lies
Fake news is the art of itself but I’ve yet to be surprised
There is a civil war going on behind my eyes
Stories start to emerge but then they all die
Sprinkle me with vivid dreams
Beat me up just to make me think
I’ve yet to give up but I’m so close to the edge
Give me a story or just an image
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