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More of the Same
02:09
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I want to open with
something profound
It seems there are all these rules
That were put there just to weigh us down
Some just keep it feeling the same
Others shuffle things around
If I could make the rules
I’d be doing more of the same
Maybe next time around
There’s something I could get away with
Like making the forms up
Re-framing the terms of
Adjusting the words and
Re-writing all these rules from scratch
Like making the forms up
Re-framing the terms of
Adjusting the words and
Re-writing all the fucking rules again
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No one works
For anything anymore
Or the cause
Timesheets unfulfilled
Half make do (and often do)
I won’t suffrage fools
The industry
Dug a hallowed grave
How far down can we fall down
How much do you have
How much do you mean
The haves become the meaning to our happiness
The haves become the meaning to our half- success
The haves become the meaning to our emptiness
The haves become the meaning to our everything
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Time Alone
02:57
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What do I think anymore
I’m a distractible mess on the floor
Crumpled t-shirts live like feckless thoughts
Reading too much to know when to stop
Can I stop? Tie a knot. I’m distraught.
I’m a four-lane freeway with construction up ahead
I’m in the wrong lane again I could have been in bed
Wait this long it’s bound to move I think once again
Forgot my engine only works some now and then
However I can slow this train to a thought
No retreat or escape
From me I am stuck
I used to spend meaningful time alone
It educed and made me who I could be
But now I spend all my time wanting to be
Part of some random thread what good is it?
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A Million Strings
03:30
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Found a few more votes we can bring
Sure, life is in a downward swing
Suppose if I can reminisce
Hit talking points, someone they miss
I said I had a cross to bear
Across a comfy leather chair
dissatisfied but hoping still
Full-time job, not passing bills
Who’s paying now
Who’s paying now
I’m finding there’s a light at the end
Some talk, some gigs, a throne to ascend
A chair, a wing, some other things
To portend with a million strings
I’m worried now
I’m worried now
If you're not worried
You're not paying attention
If you're not worried
You're not paying attention
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The Role
02:54
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If life is the rehearsal
I’m not sure there’s a message
While memorizing the lines
Realize the words they sound off and affected
The stage becomes electric
Take notice there’s no exit
Sold copy from a half-wit
We used to call a sell-out.
A canon of commercials
Some players skipped rehearsal
It’s been a role reversal
Influencers a handful
The writers are missing their mark
The players are missing the spark
Producers are fucked from the start
I can’t seem to nail my part
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Inside a Box
02:56
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I used to write songs in silence
To keep the balance inside me
My feelings were scraping the ceiling
And writing was concealing the healing
I trapped myself
In my design
I realized
After too much wine
You don't know about real loss, because it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don’t see an intelligent confident man. I see a cocky scared shitless kid. Unless you wanna talk about you. Who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move chief.
The hardcode ode is a paradox
It prefers us living inside a box
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Uncertainty
02:48
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Uncertainty isn't necessarily
The worst place to be
Something is here
Something is there
Someplace is near
Could it be there if I don't stare
Take a measurement
Will it correlate
Well that depends
On what thing you're measuring
Is there another axis point
Could it be a linguistic point?
For the sake of argument
Let's peruse the negativity you pursue
The more precisely you pursue this end
The more it ends
With you never finding
The point where it ends
The point where it ends
The principle has you chasing
A negative end
To a negative end
Don't let this end become
A negative end
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The Larger Thread
04:35
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I am worried I will never get
The point in all of this it’s lost in all my defects
Never seem to wake up from this everlasting thought process
When I talk I’m thinking through
Quiet things I felt were new
Takes me so much longer still
I’m sure that I’m still boring you
Here’s a thing that I once knew
It takes a lot to warm up to
Always take the longer path
To teach yourself to someone new
Here’s where I can’t say enough
Here’s where I can’t say enough
Looking back I think about
How I lost my point of view
Seems I lost the larger thread
I once knew what I had worked through
Then I saw a cosmic truth
Quiet parts returned anew
Lost and found familiar thoughts
It seemed like new they seemed like new it seemed like new it seemed like new
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Half Becomes
02:50
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The math breaks down and
A half becomes a whole
My half becomes
The only thing I know
All my woes go numb
And it gets slow
I let go and fear that
I’ve plateaued
Don’t tell anyone I live like this
Cause I don’t live like this
The half become a whole
The half becomes
All I know
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Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand?
Oh, my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
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