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Pollenblonde
02:29
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Well don't take it from me, but I'm in between.
I got one over with right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between,
but take it from me, it was right. Now,
I'm somewhat ashamed I left one out.
But got one over with, right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between.
How does it feel feeling right?
It feels great, Pollenblonde.
'Aint it a strange thing we're on?
It's just fake, all in all.
But it's okay, really. I don't mind.
I'm not mad.
Well don't take it from me but trust me on this,
I got one over with right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between,
but take it from me, it was right. Now,
I'm somewhat ashamed I left one out.
But got one over with, right now.
Hope you didn't mean to come in between.
How does it feel feeling right?
It feels great, Pollenblonde.
'Aint it a strange thing we're on?
It's just fake, all in all.
But it's okay really, I don't mind.
I'm not mad.
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2. |
GABA
02:58
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Who'd still say those embraced
thin frills could maybe get old?
Some acute reruns that come and go, but never settle.
Comfy cozy hocus-pocus GABA melted threshold.
Otherwise to say, that I'm not one to talk to you.
Who's to say that warm embrace won't
shrivel up to slow down.
Something's in it come and go chest
let him off to feel well.
Tongue tied lip dried cat's lost grip
'cause GABA's made me up now.
Otherwise to say, that I'm not one to talk to you.
Now even things you'd think would make it up to me turn sour.
But give me gists of it, that satisfactory mood without her.
Smells of something inorganic, GABA absence cowers.
Otherwise to say, that I'm not one to talk to you.
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3. |
Street Road
04:30
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Well I'd say, you've got that right,
you said it best, but who's saying 'you?'
To another, who wanted it for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe.
I'd say, well I'd think of something.
And sound it out.
For another, and what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe.
you'd wanted it but-
Bed time's misbred.
Street Road is dead.
Left less than friends.
But more's in my head.
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn,
and I'm undeveloped of us.
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked 'yours.'
I'd say, well I'd think of something.
And that sounded.
To another, and what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe.
you'd've wanted it but-
Bed time's misbred.
Potsdam is dead.
Friends more or less.
Moreso at best.
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn,
and I'm undeveloped of us.
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked 'yours.'
You wanted it but-
Bed time's misbred.
Hamburg is dead.
More's still a less.
But someday suggests,
my best guess is Street Road is dead.
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4. |
What to Wear
04:32
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5. |
Spit Shine
03:19
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6. |
Song in D
03:48
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7. |
Darling
02:07
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8. |
Pass It Down
03:33
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9. |
First Impressions
03:12
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10. |
Blue Piss
03:33
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11. |
Parrots
03:27
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12. |
Heparin
03:02
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13. |
Down Drained
03:21
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14. |
Funny Feelings
03:45
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