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le marché
03:57
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lana was the cocktail maid who got us in at the bar before dimming the open sign
never were our glasses dry of medicine
she was sure to pour the right amount to help survive the time
back in our french paradise i wandered into the market for the best legs i could find
god i think of simpler days as golden years like a hovering cliché i swore would never fill my mind
surprised we'd see each other across le grand marché
every day the lightings pink like lemonade as we lay and watch the sunset paint the sky
never were our fears about lost memory, or to think we would grow old and not remember a good time
surprised we’d see each other across le grand marché
how can i be sure on holiday?
how can i be sure to always...?
how can i be sure you'll call on me?
how can i be sure to only be yours?
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delirium
04:20
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every stoner amends as an experienced passenger
he won't go smoking with kids on a try to get nice with them
he may react with a pause or pretend he’d rather not be there
or if talking to you, i bet he wouldn't care
call me intolerable in a room full of smoke,
or wouldn’t you say i was still beautiful?
keeping my head clear for what's to come
my delirium, ducking feds along the coast
throwing my hair back for words to say
the catastrophe if the judge ain’t down with dope
outta my way, i’m stoned
if you know of a solid friend who’ll partake with you
while i might recommend a proper canna-bouquet for you
turning a man from squares can be a rather wrought affair
don’t go acting a fool, pass it to a friend in a room full of smoke
i’m feeling tolerable
i was last told we’re looking beautiful
keeping my head clear for what's to come
my delirium, ducking feds along the coast
throwing my hair back for words to say
the catastrophe, if the judge ain’t down with dope
outta my way, i’m stoned
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cult members only jacket
03:48
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i can’t keep my feet still
sometimes i have no control
that reminds me of a story about the day
you know the one, i don’t have to remind you about it
i’m the one who forgot it
let me tell you about a girl in a cult
i want you to know
no, i'll never stray from a girl in a cult
her necklace dangled from the doorknob
you could hear it jingle when she’d come out
her father’s attempt to have her share our bed with another
triggered a fierce exodus of mine from my lover
carving a monolith when i tried to rock with you
so there we were
where was my divine intervention?
i was just a pawn
no shit
when am i not?
a broken bottle ‘cross the carpet
affinity arising from the conflict
she was to be a solid oracular feature
he snatched the belle out from the vellum bristol theater
carving a monolith when i tried to rock with you
i tried to rock with you
no, i’ll never stray
uninvited anyway by a girl in a
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4. |
big waste
03:18
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boner on the beach
so much for discreet
paranoia's only making it worse
bikini vanity is such a curse
the cops are on the way
arrest me for being gay
pina colada in the sun
hanging with your girl and with her mom
the times are on my back
dragging me down for being black
when I can't surf waves with my gun
how is this supposed to be fun?
behind the wheel again
strawberry daiquiri in my hand
I can't help but to refuse bucklin' up
every day I seem to press my luck
is everything I do just one big waste?
cheap motels are a drag
kicked me out for smoking a bag
'copter rides that won't allow pets
no refunds got me all upset
this vacation is a bust
now the web I cannot trust
and the dogs ran away with the map
how you gonna get past that?
rocking boners on beach
my umbrella and me
like a zombie in heat
with my penis envy
rocking boners on beach
is everything I do just one big waste?
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hell or high water
04:29
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i found rock
chemical-white water
i’ll find it come hell or high water
oh, I found my heaven in the water
i saw the gleaming
sinking and sparkling
i held Jesus' hand
witnessed the crawling
yeah, yeah, oh yeah
come hell or high
looked all last night to get me right
come hell or high
my compound steaming that crystal meaning
my prayer was timing
salvation binding
come hell or high
pay no mind, pay no mind
you've got to carry on
you've got to follow the glowing stone
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