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All the Fins in the Sea ep

by Sick Sick Birds

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Mad Memo 03:17
You found something that somebody said to prove your point: there's no prices on their Heads. Leave the light on. A quick snicker at the shakes and shudders while you're still snug under the Covers. But you leave the light on. It's the same fair game. Leave the light on. Used to look for a brand new start but now they're all just pulling out the Shards. Leave the light on. Fighting off canards. Leave the light on. Always say it never was. And the age-old script confirms the cause Calling foul and partisan. Razor sharpens with a deadpan. Situation on the ground. This is always how it happens. Downsize, synchronize to the blue light of the watchdial. Time's up, they had their fun. Doctrine spread out to the sun. A bitter voice You roll out with a mad memo And it doesn't hurt too much, just a gnashing soft crush. A chariot, to pick you up and take you home Picked to pieces, shaved down to the bone You're smelling weakness and and you're quelling fear but everyone one is gone and you're still Here. And you leave the light on. And you're still here and you leave the light on. Left a message to depress us, leave the light on. It's on and on and on like the stars.
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And something's going to happen As stated by the smartest in the room Keep a watchful eye on the falling skies Waiting for the heavy winds Loose talk from the carefree desensitized Out of mind as quick as it begins And it's funny because he's laughing But you know it's not genuine. On with days and nights and crazy eyes All he wants is a guarantee But with the days of factless reassurance gone There's nothing left but you and me Child close your mind,only the golden sand and the rolling of the sea Burns in the middle, he says it burns in the middle, he says it burns Child turn your eyes to the bright white lines against the outfield green Burns in the middle, he says it burns in the middle
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A dream with a standard issue cliche in waiting, with a Henry Fonda stare You bought the best book, and you've got all the codes Credit cards and toll-free roads You've gotta speed up to keep up with the rising cost of flesh And the falling price of tenderness And you regain clout with a steady shout of all the things you'd never say The wagons are circled, all the cool kings taking stands Schemes made with open hands Quick-stabbing money grabs, each according to his needs Take in feed like the rural route weeds You keep on moving like you're in an airport scene. Torn into with lions' teeth And all the fins in the sea and all the wings in the air can't overtake this despair The wagons are circled, all the cool kings taking stands Schemes made with open hands Quick-stabbing money grabs, each according to his needs Take in feed like the rural route weeds
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Well there's no one else to blame for My Mr. Smith naivete If you won't throttle back the train Then there's nothing left to say Just pack up and put down your hand And wait for your hero to land Feeling the burn from lessons learned Compromise is a sucker's plan Top of my lungs and out of turn We're gonna haul in all we can It seems we are all on our own Just pack up and put down your hand While you wait for hero to land The smallest shoulders carry the load Rolling the can down the road It's situation dire
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