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I’m not afraid with her on my mind
But one can be blinded with a love like mine
Might be hated in households or slandered in public
But I feel above it with a love like mine
You can shame a weaker man with little love
But you cannot faze someone who knows the meaning of it
I’m not afraid with her on my mind
But one can be blinded with a love like mine
It’s raging out, but inside it’s cozy
That angry mob knows it, you got a love like mine
I gave them the finger, but they want the skull
I push and they pull, and now it could be my time
Well you can shame a weaker man with little love
But you cannot faze someone who knows the meaning of it
I’m not afraid with her on my mind
But one can be blinded with a love like mine
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Lacy Disbelieving
01:54
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I know she’s so often right
She said “Might not be real, so you can’t expect something
Why don’t we just pack it in
Waiting ‘round, a couple dummies
I’ve disbelieved and I will again
At moment’s shift it could all be clear
Not a giant Pisces tale
But I’m fine with never seeing clear
Till I’m buried in the shale
Cloudy expectations, well what do you want
It’s a fractured, mixed up world
And there’s not much to find comfort in
Except the fact, that I’m your girl”
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Slack Keys
03:14
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Welcome young slacker, into the fold
Of next generationalists born lazy and cold
You’re our kind
No reason to focus or mark what you’re told
There will be no tests from this bunch and we don’t set goals
We’re just fine
Why do you seem so worried
After all, you know that we’ll be receiving when you call
We are ever so glad you joined the crew
And hoping you’re glad you joined us too
Been thinking of piling up some stones to build ourselves a home
No need for the voyage, we’re already there
And the pieces will fit if they’re meant to, but who really cares
You’re our kind
No problems to solve and no troubles to bear
Set down any issues you’ve brought, pull up a chair
We’re just fine
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Sly Dutch Youth Musics
02:56
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It’s a rattling of sort
That makes the youth contort their bodies
The fevered masses searching for a star
When emotions are riled, the pulses getting wild and unruly
There’s nothing quite like blood on the guitar
Watch your mouth when speak of our culture
I’m not sure why you should care
It’s a tickertape charade and praise is being flung out of cages
The type of scene where youth will congregate
That paragon of men whose record will go down for the ages
Will keep them waiting, so fashionably late
Watch your mouth when speak of our culture
I’m not sure why you should care
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Finery
02:36
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Hey mister your lady wants to dance
And you seem unsure about it
Don’t think too long
There is just one more song
Hey mister your lady wants to dance
And you seem confused about it
Well I say don’t wait too long
There is just one more
There’s only one more big crescendo
There’s only one chance to end this, oh so right
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Bested
03:28
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Think of all the folks you’ve wronged
You put them where they don’t belong, that’s broken
And even on your nicest day
I wouldn’t treat a snake that way, that’s broken
Take this message clear
We will no longer be bested
We’ve no desire for this mess anymore
We will no longer be bested
We need some resting for sure
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Anglaise
02:44
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Oh, to be just as natural
As a 90ft wave or fire on the slope
Instead of sitting dumb in the bureau’s chair
Wrangling with sanity, dashing every hope
To undergo that kind of change
Where whole world stays the same and you come around to it
Where the only mantle that remains is the one you were born with
So you come around to it
Oh, to be something gradual
Like a glacier with time, displacing anything
Instead of sitting dumb, acting casual
While watching acquaintances slowly crumbling
To undergo that kind of change
Where whole world stays the same and you come around to it
Where the only mantle that remains is the one you were born with
So you come around to it
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