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Bug Room
03:22
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Like a prom king that grew up wrong and took it out on his bride!
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Walk Away Backwards
03:16
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One of us is guilty
One of us is empty
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Got a New Blade
04:00
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It was just the one I wanted!
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Woke like a match... hardware, hardworn
farewells and wrestling foaming at the jaw
sit in my chair, rag-and-bone man
race the furniture to the door if i can
if i can
The price of life makes me laugh
whose patience must i endure?
So i ride shotgun the death of day
how many housecalls must I make?
I was a man cut from the core
but I decided to eat the deal raw.
I've waited to see you all this life
with dignity on sticky paws.
hang from my window
blow smoke at the sky
i may shake no more
this the fruit of my labour
spit gardens in my room
eh, sweating line a bone
sucking gods through the fruitbush
so to swill a little ripe please
so to swill a little ripe please
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"Sure I will!"
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7. |
It's Only Snow
02:32
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It’s Only Snow
It’s only snow
All the snow angels are spread-eagled
And the snowmen are insatiable
But we know it’s only snow.
It’s only snow
Falling down like satellites
Falling out of orbit tonight
It’s only snow
It’s only snow
Flecks of falling satellites
Turning this dark, dark world all white
It’s only snow.
More than rain, but less than tears
The sort of thing that comes only once a year
In some parts of the world, at least right here
Let’s see: Like virginity, ice cream
Revolution, kisses in a dream
another Christmas Day
It’s all going to melt away
I say I say I say
It’s only snow.
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Book of Buzz London, UK
Born in a petri dish of despair and rabid grooves.
Music for femme fatales and men in monster suits.
From the land of lonliness and murder.
Played by the puppets of cruel fate.
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