1. |
A Blanket For Brian
04:32
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You don't pay for crimes
Yr mistakes are mine
Was clean for a time
Ambulance ride
Yr hell's the classic kind
but yr hell's not mine
We're one in a long, long line
It's out hell to find
A blanket for Brian
I can read yr mind
A soft bed to lie in
some things you just hide
Yr hell's the classic kind
but yr hell's not mine
We're one in a long, long line
It's our hell to find
Yr hell's the classic kind
but yr hell's not mine
We're in for the long, long ride
It's our hell to find
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2. |
Of Course Sick
05:04
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forced expression / that's the price you pay
4 seasons but I like the change
blessed, cursed / baby, life is strange
ask first / maybe I can prey
of course yr leaving / no, you can't stay
for sick reasons that you can't explain
born free, though you can't say
fall asleep before you erase
force all reason away and now I'm laughing
all the people not what they say
and I'm a' listen to the Beach Boys
slipping away
whatcha waiting for?
the freedom to do what they say
would you wait for me now?
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3. |
Sterling Silver
02:55
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Disappear into thin air
We were never there
You're a liar and I don't care
Hey, life is not fair
But, it's been good to me
Living in luxury
No risk, no reward
They won't forget me
People love me in New Hampshire
Talk about my hair
And living's easy for the billionaire
Hey, life is not fair
But, it's been good to me
Living in luxury
No risk, no reward
They won't forget me
It's all been given for free but that doesn't mean a thing
I'll gold plate it when I get the chair
They won't forget me
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4. |
Ego Death
02:58
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5. |
Son Burn
04:40
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6. |
Indian Orchard
02:58
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If I hold you to what you said you would do.
You couldn't have. I was with you.
Are you flying too?
What a life.
Would you choose to exit or continue?
You seem nice.
I seem rude.
The impossible truth is that I'm blown away.
Every good intention bothers.
Could be gone today.
Was it all a dream?
Or a sense of relief?
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7. |
Huffy June / Song For
03:43
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Well, come in.
Welcome home.
Is this yr skin?
Are these yr bones?
How life goes on in cycles.
Songs that you know.
Wants what neither has.
Fall begins at 4 am.
But I'm not home within my skin.
How life goes on in cycles.
Songs that you know.
Wants what neither has.
You know you really want to see it gold.
Inside this life it's something really cold.
And I'll believe it when I see it go on, which neither has.
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8. |
Under Fluorescents
04:52
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Fade away.
I sure won't mind.
The perfect crime.
Sleepy eyes are pinned and dry.
It's sad, you're right.
Today I'll find a state of mind.
A perfect line.
I feel it's time.
Give me a sign, a neon sign.
This is the story of yr life.
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Free Country East Longmeadow, Massachusetts
Free Country is...
Jason Ribadeneyra,
an original Lost Boys cast member let go for lifting leather jackets from set, and having perfect teeth.
Buy the ticket, and take the ride.
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