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SAYM3
02:55
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the darkness has passed,
all of my love is on the way.
i think the grass we kould grow
is so much greener than what's laid.
you were here, i was young,
i did not know what to say.
you're so different,
i'm so different,
we're so different,
we're the SAYM3.
as for me, i kan see through the gaps in my dreams.
they open when i wake
and klose with your eyes
when you sleep.
and for me, i kan sing through the gaps in my teeth, when you look out on the grass,
pretend the glass is half me.
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CHAYNG3
04:23
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chew what you eat, and smile while you sleep.
tomorrow i'll love you, right now hold on to me.
look in my eyes, pretend you're a song.
you're the words i've forgotten when i don't write them down.
write me a poem, let's start a new page.
you can borrow my pencil if you'll sketch in your face.
isn't it STRAYNG3 how we CHAYNG3 in the morning when we're not awake? (i won't change. i won't change. i won't change. i won't change. i will stay the SAYM3)
walking now with my feet on the water somehow, i have CHAYNG3ed, i have CHAYNG3ed, i have CHAYNG3ed.
i have CHAYNG3ed. i thought i'd stay the SAYM3.
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TYD3 (PYRAT3)
03:50
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the world will stop if you focus on your breathing and kollekt your thoughts in the changing of the seasons, or you'll get so kold, like i don't know, like i don't know, i really don't.
kan you feel the wind?
"well i spit upon my finger, but i still feel lost with my kompass in the mirror and at night i frost, like the grass and what's within it (i'm not what i feel are my thoughts are not real, are not me)."
kall my name, i'll be the last ship in the harbour when you're filled with freight and you're afraid bekause the sun goes down at night when you look up at half of the moon for which half of the cup you are.
kall my name when you're alone or when you're lonesome, pretend we're in space if you can slow time for a moment.
i don't want life, i don't want death, i want you right now in my arms, you're in my head all day long.
when we first met we were thrashing in the ocean, y tuvimos sed, so we tried to bleed the fishes when the TYD3 jumped in, and you jumped ship, oh where did we go running to?
i'm singing, i have CHAYNG3ed, i have CHAYNG3ed, i have CHAYNG3ed, i have stayed the SAYM3!
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BLAYM3
02:54
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looking at the klouds,
i can see the lights falling down over my town.
i wonder where the TYM3 went.
i wonder where the light meets ground.
life's been pushing up,
but you keep stepping down.
now i'm bleating like a skape-goat,
i'm DRYV3ing on a dirt road now.
but isn't it all about the SAYM3?
...i dive, TYM3 HYD3s, i chase behind.
but isn't it all about the SAYM3?
(i don't need a face to face me,
i don't need a place to place my BLAYM3.)
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STRAYNG3
01:19
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i didn't write you back.
i guess your boyfriend CHAYNG3ed his mind and now he loves you.
i didn't touch your neck 'kause i was kold,
but 4 3 winters i have loved you.
you're in pain
oh! the puzzle fits STRAYNG3.
he's a piece i can CHAYNG3!
i hate how the good ones fade
when the wrong kinds take.
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6. |
MYN3
01:26
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you're (a) MYN3
i'm a ghost,
you're a thorn in my side.
3, 4 ever tonight.
we, forever tonight.
be, forever.
if this dies,
then in 3 days let's come back to life
as forever tonight.
3, 4 ever tonight.
we, 4 ever tonight.
be, forever ('s enough TYM3).
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FYR3
04:18
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walkers walk and talkers talk,
poor artists dream of sidewalk chalk,
and architects of city blocks.
i'm not sure where god rests his thoughts,
but i have walked,
and i have talked,
and i have built my city blocks,
but i lost my voice and i found old doubt,
my house caught FYR3,
(well i put it out.)
the seasons CHAYNG3.
so, life's kolors fade.
kome, sleep by the FYR3,
look in the stars for your night-light,
and when we're just koals,
i'll pull down the klouds as a blanket white.
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RYD3
01:32
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when the road runs out
you have friends
RYD3 on them.
you'll find home:
that means love where you live.
when your voice runs out,
you have thoughts,
write with them.
you'll find words:
that means thoughts from your pen.
when the road runs out
you have friends
RYD3 on them.
you'll find home:
that means love where you live.
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TYM3
01:12
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i wish i'd stop having dreams about TYM3.
about losing while i'm living,
about leaving things behind.
don't say "it's about TYM3."
your mind is filled with money, but my body is filled with mind.
don't say "it's about TYM3."
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HYD3
06:33
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i've been known to HYD3
like a fox in a hole, like a ghost on the front lines.
but i've been known to fight,
though i squint in old piktures,
(and) in yearbooks i drew peace signs.
i know i come off as snide.
though my thoughts brew so long,
there's no tannin on the inside.
and you can pour me out.
you can drink me through the telephone now.
and i will pour you out.
i can drink you through the telephone now.
i've been known to HYD3
as a kid with a kold,
like a joke in a punchline.
but i'm not known to lie,
when my mind parts with words
i want red seas on your insides.
and you can pour me out.
you can drink me through the telephone now.
and i will pour you out.
i can drink you through the telephone now.
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DRYV3
02:50
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sometimes when i DRYV3
i read the white-striped lines
like a braille keyboard,
water falls in real TYM3.
sometimes when i DRYV3,
i still think of you,
if TYM3 makes love,
then i'm a koal MYN3.
sometimes when i DRYV3
i read the white-striped lines
like a braille keyboard,
water falls in real TYM3.
sometimes when i DRYV3,
i still think of you!
if TYM3 makes love,
then i'm a koal MYN3.
...i dive, TYM3 HYD3s, i chase behind.
...i dive, TYM3 HYD3s, i chase behind.
...i dive, TYM3 HYD3s, i chase behind.
sometimes when i DRYV3
i read the white-striped lines
like a braille keyboard,
water falls in real TYM3.
sometimes when i DRYV3,
i still think of you!
if TYM3 makes love,
then i'm a koal MYN3.
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12. |
MYN3 (pt.II)
03:36
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this song's about TYM3,
how i wasted
what i wasted,
was the only thing MYN3.
one TYM3 it was kold,
so i slept in when i snowed
and i left my kards to fold (on their own).
see life's like a train,
our tracks grow when it gets kold,
and sekonds swell when i'm alone. (i'm on my own)
but this song's not 4 you,
i was wasted when i wasted,
i bet so much on you (and you alone).
see life's like a train,
our tracks grow when it gets kold,
and sekonds swell when i'm alone.
oooh! isn't it all about the SAYM3!?
isn't it all about the SAYM3!?
isn't it all about the SAYM3!?
(i don't need a face to face me, i don't need a place to place my blame.)
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