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Currency
02:46
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You're the replacement
You just forgot
You could buy your way out
But then go back to being what?
Put all your faith in currency
Buy something you couldn't give away
You've got the symbol on a chain
Pray to your faith, hope it appreciates
Feel bad for duplicates
The one on the shelf is the one that's picked
You take up space, don't ask for a lot
He bought the ring just for the box
Own the things that you have done
Copyright protection
Sell it back for half the cost
The royalties will pay it off
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Condense
02:10
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Your head's a fogged-up glass
Don't know which side to look through
Trying to say it's half-full
I don't know if I believe you
You float around 'till you condense
Then you sink back down again
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Upright, We Form Teeth
02:53
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Come jagged and bent, rose-colored tint
Stained glass laid back so the walls are open
Don't let the sun look in until the lines are drawn again
How can we be the light without the definition?
And you defend someone you've never met
Send the roots down low, the Earth's skin is cold
We form teeth with what's left exposed
Forgive the second hand that feeds you when it can
Sometimes it's own flesh get's mixed in
Give of yourself until you're someone else
And you become someone you've never met
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4. |
Be Patient
02:20
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You can touch the cobwebs 'cause they don't stick
They're not a beautiful trap, so they're useless
Live on your hands and knees, but don't crawl
Just sit and be patient
You're the bare lightbulb in an empty room
Too bright to see yourself the way that you want to
There are moths that will love you
Still unborn in the seed
'Cause to them, you are God
They'll crawl into you for sleep
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5. |
Grown to Rot
03:30
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Undecided, nondescript
You hug the wall, become part of it
Push up the vines the trellis bent
Crush petals down onto the pavement
Don't be afraid of yourself if you can't take root
Low-hanging fruit, grown just to rot
Ignore the skin you can't peel off
Grind down the seeds until they're soft
You want to change yourself
(But that's not a lot)
I'll see what I can do about the weather
I'll see what I can do about the things you missed
I'll see if I can move the world under your feet
If I can drive my hands into concrete
If I can find the things you dropped beneath
And I'll give the loss some sort of meaning
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