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Gut Feeling
02:26
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Breathe in sunrise,
Smoke in your eyes,
Some hates don’t leave,
Say it’s yours, say it’s your
Your gut feeling for feeling small
Your gut feeling to feel at home
A gut feeling to please them all
Your gut feeling, are you nothing more?
Red water,
A broken clock, time pissing away;
Avoidance
Of being one to carry the blame.
Your gut feeling for feeling small
Your gut feeling to feel at home
A gut feeling to please them all
Your gut feeling, are you nothing more?
Nothing more than this, feeling.
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2. |
It Lingers
01:34
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Old crushing returns with the seasons turn,
Half your fears are here as new months come near,
Inescapable, and it lingers.
Knowing things that you don’t want to know:
How to be cruel when you let go.
Nurture something you don’t want to grow;
Self and distance coming all you own.
Still you feel it hanging off of you,
Still you feel this hanging off of you,
Tell yourself this is passing through.
This is passing through.
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3. |
It Leaves
01:58
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Reaching for light, you
Swam in the dark, dove
Laid on the sand, stones
Watched as the moon, shone
Clay state
Contemplate
Gazing as this leaves.
Bare stage
Come down, play hate.
One with the dry leaves
Reaching for warmth, you
Walk in the park, crawl
Into the Earth, dirge
Swelling in your, lurch
A tranquil, reach for
Some words, breath stalls
You pause, they freeze
You pass, it leaves.
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4. |
You
03:27
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Different shoes, different street
Same soles under feet
Different cloth, different weave
Same skin beneath
You said you’re over this coming down
Watch the spirit run itself to the ground
You said you’d choke if things went “that way”
Catch the spirit as it fades, it fades, it fades
Different shoes, different street
Same soles under feet
Different cloth, different weave
Same skin beneath
Different crowd, different shroud
Same faces to meet
Different crowds, different shroud
You have nothing to be
You said you’re over this coming down
Watch the spirit run itself to the ground
Conspire but it’s plain to see,
The you is you, the you is me.
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5. |
Hallway
03:26
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No greater safety;
Their closed doors.
Nothing moves through you;
You lay on the floor.
Silent inside you.
Their faces all claws.
Crawled to the holy,
But couldn’t lick palms.
They asked for some words;
You could only pause.
They asked for some truth;
You only paused.
Conspirer,
Do they see you growing dire?
Distance throws:
Introspections, uninspired.
Justify,
The sad weight of your body.
Kiss to cry,
Fleeting feelings repeat time.
You’re still here;
Breathing debts and breathing fears
They’re still here;
Steady hands to catch your tears
Thin-eyed stare
They still keep you, they still care.
Blemished, bare
Drain your sorrow, drain the air.
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