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Hoarding it for Home

Never seen you run so fast. Never seen you turn in the middle of your laugh. Never once settle down. Everyone settle down. I'm watching as the arms lay down. Where's my arm? In this coat of arms it is a black arm. And measuring your prize, and hoarding it for home. And where's my prize? This little prize, it is a clear prize. Never once settle down. Everyone settle down. And when I stand here alone I know speaking comes easy to you but I choke. And yes of course, I told you I felt it. Like the top of the tower and changing the guard. Delta it first. Adjust it right later. I would like to extend a conclusion. And when I stand here alone, I know that since I'm leaving so soon, I owe what I know. And yes of course, I told you I felt it. As long as the flasks, they're staged and they're brimmed. State just the facts, and the status you're after. It's just the medicine and our time alone. Is that the same charm from way back when? As you make space on the floor I form words that fit right next to yours cause I know. And, yes of course, now I surely felt it. As the top of the tower, it feigns and it swells. Give up the back and expect all that's coming. It's just the medicine and our time alone. That's the same charm from way back when. And when I stand here alone whatever it takes, I will supply you. Thank god these times are gone and behind us, I know… boom.

Ten Years Later

I'm trying to be someone else. Save one for the ending and push one o'er the ledge then step back. Someone who won't just forget shit like that. I'm trying to be someone else. Stave off all the moods and forget it 'cause the next one's close range. Someone who offers intention less doubt. If words bred friends than you're the one who could. You're never around. Without small leads, you're about as good as done. You're never around. I'm trying to be someone else. Save one for the ending and push one o'er the ledge then step back. Trying to keep all the baggage in tact if words bred friends then you're the one that could. You're never around. Without small leads, you're about as good as done. You're never around. I do nothing to provoke you and I just hope that you still notice me. We're no longer than a ten-year-old. I just know that you'll still notice me. If words bred friends then you're the one who could. You're never around.

Uber Legitimate

Home's all right. I believe (the decision is yours, trust yourself) I believe you have your instinct to expect that I'll change. Oh to keep with this (the decision is yours, trust yourself) ease history. We'll take it as it comes. You carry me on. What4e if the sun is right? You can't change that source in a day. What if desire is truth? What have we sought to learn? What more could you ask for? What about service fares? You can't change that source in a day. What if that star was right? What else could you ask for? Hold this night. I can see (the decision is yours, trust yourself) I can see how it poured once before. The thoughts form on call. What if the sun is right? You can't change that source in a day. What if desire is truth? What have we sought to learn? What more could you ask for? What about service fares? You can't change that source in a day. What if that star was right? What else could you ask for? Could you tell me what it means to plan? Have you chosen me to be your jointed hands? Put in your stakes and be glad that this is something static and solemnly invincible. I've waited for you. Ascending a stage at a time, admiring all the way as we push and pull and take and give. You waited for me. I trust into the order of things this once, this once. Love to be you. I could be you. I stand.

Girls Singing

Why does the rhythm get me every time? It wouldn't if the girls all got along. And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine I know you. Where is the mirror? Get me to its face. So primitive and yet we all get it wrong. And what a very modern prince, just like I imagine I know you. Oh my, my, look what you've become. It's the same for all of you and then it catches up and you notice what you're made of. Why does the rhythm get us every time? So primitive and yet we all get it wrong. And what a very modern piece. Always I imagine it in tune.