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Walking Tree
02:06
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You can't hate the bitter cause it's not sweet
Hard to hate a carrot cause it's not meat
I do hate this town cause I miss my bros
and I do hate these sandals cause they got no toes
It's hard to see the mountain in the rear view
It'll be a long time till I am near you
I try to live my life like a walking tree
when I think of you I miss my apathy
The tallest strongest tree shades out the competition
Flowers are weeds with a better disposition
I hate not knowing when I'll see you again
Every step away from you is like a shot to the chin
It's hard to see the mountain in the rear view
It'll be a long time till I am near you
I try to live my life like a walking tree
when I think of you I miss my apathy
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Body fishers on the yellow river
Waiting on the sun to explode
Sipping on your coffee and shaking off the shivers
While you're waiting on the sun to explode
Gathering your courage in the suicide forest
While you're waiting on the sun to explode
Hurts everyday but you learn to ignore it
While you're waiting on the sun to explode
when everything burns and nothing matters anymore
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3. |
Blood and Fire
03:26
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Waiting for something to come
Patience turns to cancer
Death places a call
But nobody answers
Streak through the woods
Embarrass the trees
Dress for success
And bloody your knees
You can be hated or a liar
Only blood can put out the fire
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4. |
Generic Punk Song
01:34
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Just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I don't love you
I just like to hang out and I don't want to be the ass hole
I just don't want you to kill yourself
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5. |
Peace Tool
02:38
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It's not a secret weapon it's a peace tool
It's not as if we're trying to look cool
It's about a problem with a society
That punishes for growing what's relatively a tree
A Peace Tool
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6. |
What We Pretend
03:56
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You've got the prettiest face, but you're always wearing a frown.
You're the saddest broken record, but I can't turn you down.
I bet you brighten up. On side two.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to make the sun shine on you.
We are what we pretend to be, so why not pretend to be happy.
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7. |
Lemon Scented Bleach
01:28
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8. |
Big Ole Hole
04:02
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Playing possum with a buzzard
And you'll end up in it's cupboard
Playing chicken with a cock
And you might get rocked
We're all born with a big ole hole
and we're all trying to keep control
You fill it full of stuffing
You fill it full of rice
You fill it full of anything that makes you feel nice
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9. |
By the Road
02:49
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Shaky Pilgrim
06:23
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September is when I got the call
Said every man has the right to fall
Said the cause was the farthest from greed
God told us to hate the enemy
Humble and scared I pledged my life
I said goodbye to my son and I kissed my wife
I grabbed my sword with a primal lust
And rubbed a wet stone on the steel and rust
I wore a suit of armor but got stabbed in the eyes
I didn't die but now I'm blind
The last thing I saw was a man
With fear in his eyes and a shaky hand
I tried science and magic to restore my sight
but after years in the dark I'm scared of the light
Days go on but they never end
The void is my only friend
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