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Ekmans 7th
02:54
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I don't need the advice
The platitudes and the "some day soon's"
I need some expertise
To jump that queue and line this table with booze
Because it's all I've been
Looking forward to
I waste my days
Waiting for far too much
I waste my days
Waiting for so much
And these aren't the stories
I don't need this vice
This tobacco, this paper, this light
I need your expertise
To ride this guilt and let this conscious ease
So I can go back
To just looking forward to
Wasting my days
Waiting for far too much
Wasting my days
Waiting for so much
And these aren't the stories that I want to tell
I know that it's sad, but these days they full themselves
These aren't the stories that I want to tell
Routine kills ambition like the bars in this hell
These aren't the stories that I want to tell
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Didn't want to think said nothing out loud
Now Im only concerned they all think Im a boring fuck
But maybe one day the words will fall out
And they'll be so put, eloquent
There will be no need for tired cliches, no need for ashes and stars
No need for on and ons and on and on and on...
Didn't want to talk so kept in right down
Now Im only concerned that I am a boring cunt
But maybe one day the words will fall out
And they'll be so put eloquent
Didn't want to write, just didnt have the time
Now Im only concerned the only fallback is
A need for tired cliches, a need for ashes and stars
A need for on and ons and on and on and on.
A need for stupid old tricks, a need for biting hands that feed
A need for on and ons and on and on and on
And on and on
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Black Flag Turned White
03:16
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I came, I saw and I went home again
It's god damn hard to run with your tail between your legs
It rained and it poured and it rained some fucking more
I wrung out my emotions with my clothes
That black flag turned white
At the very first sign
I'm so sick now of the sight
Black flag turned white
I'm ashamed, it's raw, I'll say it once again
It's god damn hard to run with your tail between your legs
Nothing ventured nothing gained the more things change they stay the same
Rung you but I never heard hello
I never heard hello
But I need you to know
We'll never make old bones
I'm so sorry my dear
On our knees we're gonna get thinner.
Our beaks won't reach over the trough for dinner
Enjoy the mud and grass whilst the mud and grass lasts
Even that'll be gone come winter
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