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Freebase Queen
05:36
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I was born in 2007
Where I thought I'd died and I'd gone to heaven
Little did I know I was still at my home
Little did I know I still had a little ways to go
So I will go down to the docks
Where I'll muster up the biggest belly flop that I got
Never to resurface to the top
I'm not coming back up to the top
You're a freebase queen
Would you freebase me?
Pull me out of a spoon
Put me back into you just like you used to do
If you see me as a creature
That's okay I already live down here
I have learned how to communicate
Just to have someone to talk to that's not you
It's looking pretty grim for me
It's looking grim for all of us
Can't wait to see the look on your face once you realize who's
Behind the wheel of that bus that has been driving over us
It's a drag queen
She's been dragging me
Down the side of a dirt road
Just so I would know
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2. |
Believe You Me
04:03
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It's not as early as you think that it is
And if there's a god I'll put my money down on where he lives and that's
On top of you but you're both sleeping under a bridge and my problem is
Every bridge looks the same
You mistook a streetlight for the sun
I know it's hard and I'm sure it's no fun
Believe you me there's no point in trying to run
Because every town looks the same to me
It's not as early as you thought that it was
Now I know there's no god now I know there's nothing up above but
Hot air and it's laughing at us because
It was heaven or bust for us
Some of my tires you just can't slash
Some of our songs you just can't dance to
I could never figure out my own rig
The more I talk the deeper I dig
Mary's hair she decided to dye it purple
Then Mary's lips they turned purple too
I couldv'e swore that she told me
I couldv'e swore that she told all of you
Here I'll stand six feet above you
You look so short and I don't feel tall at all
Here I'll stand believing I knew you
Now I know I knew no one at all
This towns too small
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3. |
Eros
04:22
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There's a beauty
In your activity
There's a beauty in
Intellectual endeavors
Just between your soul and mine
There is no grand design
There was a reason for your ascent
And no reason for your death
Didn't have to go out like that
Could've turned it around
Could've read the back of it
You never once did the math
Now you'll never come back
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4. |
Coins In The Well
02:36
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I wish you well
In the most insincere way
Which you fell
Until you have no
Say that you will
Until your darkest day
I'll see you in hell
It's upon you
Threw my coins in a well
That I might see you in hell
Am I?
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5. |
Range Me
04:37
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I'll talk to my boss
To find out the cost
It's not in your price range
It's not even close to being the same
I lost it this one time
I found it outside or was it inside?
Either way it looked like the same place
Either way it looked just like your face
Then I found my head inside my hands
I know what it cost
To buy you a shot
It's not in my price range
It's not even close to being the same
I lost it this one time
I found it outside or was it inside?
Either way it looked like the same place
Either way it looked just like your face
Then I found my head inside my hands
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6. |
Polydactyl
03:16
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I was born with two many toes
Came out with a broken nose
Guess it goes to show
That you never know
In the end I will
Find a new way home
In the end I'm still
Polydactyl
With my chin pressed against my chest
I found a hole to put the rest of it
Be my guest to take what's left
Please leave my bones
Leave my bones alone
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