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Forest For The Trees
02:28
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A boy in the rafters
A bird on the face
Melds together with one in the masquerade
Kept in my room now
The sense of space fades
Feeling urgently,
Currently quietly sickly and not quite indicatively of
My failing mental health's processed
Now feeling inner wealth
Nights alone with the grinner and microwave tv dinners
Kept up by nervous committee indecision
I'll shoot your heart with precision
You can't see forests for the trees
Well I'll paint a picture staring at slabs of green
Fire the kernels across the room
Swap out the laces from your shoes
I'll put the 6 before the 2
Hijack the livestream for you
Douse my body in anesthetic
To make sure that I'm safe for you
Sail with me my sweet
Sincerely yours on the cheek
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Tangerine
02:42
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Well hey there child!
Why the frown?
Weren't you ever told to turn that upside down?
Pick up that fat cat
Get off the yoga matt
Don't you think it's funny when things fall flat
Hear my pleas
To look at that fruit tree (would ya look at that!)
It's a ripe and dropping
Tangerines
Hey there small bear
Why are you on the street there
Isn't it sad when your friends, don't come back
Well open your mouth
Let Your Stomach Out
Taste the air
Are you in trouble there?
Your head will shout!
Was there any doubt?
You should be a little bit more like
Tangerine
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Lord Have Mercy
04:01
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That advice from Deuteronomy derailed your autonomy once more
Out of touch but beheading your own inner demons are shedding
Emailing obsequious please RSVP your uniqueness
In a pouch aheadin to a marsupial wedding we go
Well honey now, don't you go and make a mistake
I don't think, there is much more, we can take
And I laughed and I cried till my lips chapped and died
And my toes curled cold and my nose grew so old
And your cheeks are now streaks underneath your fingernails
And you lift your cuticle and find them all full of it
You have lost your smell, I can no longer tell
If I still believe if we were meant to be
Sister speak, mother screech it's all heresy
And I cried lord have mercy
Rode out on a swan's back to make up some tasks that I lacked
Cried over the water, sobbed just enough to breach the dam
Devoured up lists just to feel something in my wrists
Well this might seem pitiful dear miser I've reached for my pinnacle
Well honey now, don't you go and make a mistake
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Big Chong
00:50
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Quidnunc
02:42
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You sound like a quidnunc
I think you should shut up
You spout out such drivel jib jab
Flavored like a pickle
What in there tarnation?
Caught in consternation! (oh no)
Stick and poke and bum a smoke
Another boy who says he woke
Got a thick head but you'll try
To thread the needle through your mind
Or you can use that point and rive
Compassion from your stonework pout
Military man concerned with clout
Where do you show your self doubt
Grab a camera take a pose
Sheepskin friend till goodness knows
You look like hit bedrock
You got caught swinging your cock
I'm your little cumrock
Don't forget to dump your stock
You are your perdition
I'll practice preterition
You might think this mean
Please go drink some listerine
Got a thick head but you'll try
To thread the needle through your mind
Or you can use that point and rive
Compassion from your stonework pout
Military man concerned with clout
Where do you show your self doubt
Grab a camera take a pose
Sheepskin friend till goodness knows
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Butcher's Twine
03:06
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Chess On The Run
03:53
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10. |
Taylor
01:58
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i love u
01:58
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Dependable Son Los Angeles, California
Hi! My name is Stone. I'm always very cold and endlessly grateful when people check out my music
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