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Desert Heat
04:25
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There she goes
In a serotinal night
The silent streets of her own mind
She makes a point graciously
To contrive her next move
Preparing lies like desert heat
The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth
Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly
Placing her next card so perfectly
There’s no way out
When will the house of cards fall down?
She makes you feel white heat
Yet the darkness won’t recede
Murdering happiness as quickly as you breathe
The cob web that she’s weaved
Suffocates and distress
Deepening her in the stages of bitterness
The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth
Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly
Placing her next card so perfectly
There’s no way out
When will the house of cards fall down?
The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth
Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly
Placing her next card so perfectly
There’s no way out
When will your house of cards finally crumble down?
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5:19
02:29
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I don’t know where I’m going
Running ‘round in circles
Retracing the same steps that were taken the day before
These faces all these places pile up in a single blur
And I can’t get rid of the feeling that I am falling down
Time is running out
The clock keeps ticking now
Go!
What will happen now?
I can’t figure it out
I’m running out of patience and feelings
Wherever I go I seem to be running no where
It’s monotony
A cycle that I can’t break out
Wherever I go I seem to running no where
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Stare At Me
04:37
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Skin tight jeans and tassel boots
And she’s wrapped around my head
Her full lips, volcano shaped
“Stare at me” explodes at their tips
The wondrous of sunsets can’t compare to this girl
You can try to run but cannot hide from her curves
60’s type, the vintage kind
Yet she’s a modish socialite
I can’t help but let her in to
My day-dreams every time
She gets in my head, she’s there to stay. Burned in my soul
Electricity with every touch, thunderstorms.
Her kiss could split the mist
Rippling the tide from my everyday life
She’s got complete control
And I’m on my knees pleading for some more.
Leopard print, patent leather shoes
It’s magical how she moves in you.
She’s the cure and the answer to the mean reds and the darker blues.
She gets in my head, she’s there to stay. Burned in my soul
You can try to run but cannot hide from her curves
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Too Bad To Be True
04:15
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He’s a scummy little twat
Smooth and subtle as a foreseen train crash
You better watch your back
His right hand covered, dripping with blood
He won’t let go
He’ll get you when you’re turnin’ around
An inch above the dust on the ground
Redefines the term “dim-wit”
One look and you’ll see he’s thick as a brick
A self-proclaimed Don Juan
The only birds he gets aren’t in their five senses
This world won’t miss you at all
All that I know is that you ain’t no pitfall
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