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Mallacoota
03:25
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I don't mind the distance, it's a pleasure to drive.
All the sadness I withheld, was left behind.
And I'm sure that peoples thoughts of me are slightly misconstrued, that will always stick around.
The wind will run its hands through your hair, spellbound strikes me with your wondrous stare.
All the garbage that I've once owned has drowned the ocean and built a home.
And it one day will sail us away. To spit me back out.
Another thought to think about, don't hold it back in.
Is there a way to face these things without your cigarettin'?
Seatbelts burning on my skinI hadn't noticed I was having an episode again.
The wind will run its hands through your hair, spellbound strikes me with your wondrous stare.
All the garbage that I've once owned has drowned the ocean and built a home.
And it one day will sail us away. To spit me back out.
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Volte Face
04:19
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I'm getting closer to the inch, the hill's higher than it seems and all the answer flood the surface, the pale grass shakes under my feet.
I couldn't tell if the aches in my bones from my feet went up to my head to cloud my judgement, but for all I know is that this steep lopsided hill is not palpable.
At the end I was greeted by a sharp static sound slurring decibels like a lawnmower over gravel, and then the message came to me clearly. It's that I am in no way impartial to the effects of vexation.
Always seeking an answer,
never mind the matter.
There's that black cloud again,
crawling out the lens.
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Chewy Extract
04:22
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Of all the years that we've known, sits one photograph of you on the wall.
It follows me around like birds from town to town, I learn that time has taken toll.
Your intuition is cunning, or not. Something I'd gamble on a lot.
Through your eyes mirrors a flickering screen, I see myself in some kind of scheme.
I've been thinking of you all day long, it might get me through these storms.
When the dark clouds will disappear oh will that feel more clear.
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Plastic Treat
05:36
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I must admit, I'm an abhorrent worm.
The earth keeps moving as I roll in the dirt.
Oh they won't listen to me, oh they won't listen to me.
And I've had it.
I must confess, I'm no civilised worm.
The earth keeps moving as I roll in the dirt.
Oh they won't no they won't listen to me, oh they won't no they won't listen to me.
I must confess I'm no civilised worm.
The earth keeps moving as I roll in the dirt.
Oh they won't no they won't listen to me (inaudible).
Oh they won't no they won't listen to me.
And I've had it
I've had it
I've had it
I've had it.
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jayris Melbourne, Australia
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