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Lighthouse Keeper
05:04
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I am going to take this feeling to my grave.
You have made my life more auspicious than I deserve.
I cannot remember the last time I told you I'm drowning...
Like an earthquake, I don't always have something to say.
There has to be an end because I can't stop it.
The trumpet plays again, calling me to my judgement.
There must be no end, the serpent won't stop talking.
Empty like my head, the world keeps on spinning.
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Honey Ball
04:48
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This indifference toward life,
Has become a weight,
I cannot carry anymore.
My molten blood is expelled from my body,
When you say something else,
So the records show.
Bury my head in the dirt.
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Palmtop Tiger
01:05
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I hope this feeling will last forever.
Please don't look now or ever.
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Blush Nectar
02:56
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This life is enigmatic, it shouldn't exist.
No one should have to experience it,
Especially not you, and your beautiful soul.
How do I know when I am finally full?
Hoping to wake up.
I hope I don't wake up,
Hoping to wake up next to you.
Everything I touch becomes empty.
Is that how the body ends up after it dies?
I want to be holy but your spirit is grounded.
May the water cleanse me and stoke your fire.
I hope I don't wake up,
Hoping to wake up.
I hope I don't wake up next to you.
At the end of the road, which way should I go?
I couldn't hear you saying: "Wait for me there."
Your halo's blinding.
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Lilith
01:45
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Waiting for my destitution,
Waiting for The Clatterer.
If there were a place lower than,
Here it would be Hell.
The Fall calls my name again,
Waiting for The Clatterer.
Purge myself one last time,
So high yet so slow.
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Fire Lookout
01:31
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My history is in volume what my baron turned out lemon.
My story is that my baron turned lemon.
I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free--
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
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