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Dismantled
11:31
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There was a time when I played for blood. And all the while, my hands steady on the wheel. But he's long gone and now your gone and I have always been broken. All that blood is still scattered in the field.
I am so far away from all the things I was made up of. Rear-view landscape is razed. Crippled future, I must depend on.
One of many. Losing sight. Broken pieces of my dismantled dead heart.
And I would just like a nice cork tree under which I could rest for a little while. But picadores: they inflict sores and the matador is waiting. The crowd will cheer as the sword hilt is still protruding.
I am so far away from all the things I was made up of. Rear-view landscape is razed. Crippled future, I must depend on.
One of many. Losing sight. Broken pieces of my dismantled dead heart.
here lies the gun we all agree is smoking. Failure to recognize the cause of our choking. And after all we are all just the tokens. Traded our truths but never have spoken.
One of many. Losing sight. Broken pieces of my dismantled dead heart.
No one else cares as much as one does themselves about their own failures. I will not win, feeling it spin: this became the mantra. People must get their shows after all.
I am so far away from all the things I was made up of. Rear-view landscape is razed. Crippled future, I must depend on.
One of many. Losing sight. Broken pieces of my dismantled dead heart.
here lies the gun we all agree is smoking. Failure to recognize the cause of our choking. And after all we are all just the tokens. Traded our truths but never have spoken.
One of many. Losing sight. Broken pieces of my dismantled dead heart.
Farewell, my love. We may meet at the end of the road. This burden is mine to carry all alone. Goodbye my sweets, should our paths ever cross again, I know I shall be delivered safely home.
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Bleeding Heart
04:17
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Whoa. I can't stay here anymore. But it was me who locked the door. ... But I have misplaced the key. I chose this life of misery instead of authenticity so I would have company. Hang me. Just for a little while. Long enough to feel the smiles washing over me. Hell yeah! with a broken neck and a busted throat. My race is run its all she wrote saving one last gasp from me.
My heart it bleeds into the Salton Sea. Same as every else. Drops of nourishment to waste. I'm saving up. All my aches and pains. Driving me insane again. Thinking I am gonna be O.K..
Yeah!. I danced all night to make it rain. As you can see still arid plain as I try to get clean again.
My heart it bleeds into the Salton Sea. Same as every else. Drops of nourishment to waste. I'm saving up. All my aches and pains. Driving me insane again. Thinking I am gonna be O.K..
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Start Again
01:49
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Jason The Machine Sunshine Coast, Australia
A little bit of Many.
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