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Drawn From Memory
02:11
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I believe in finding quiet downstream
Don't have to ask me twice,
it's my time to leave.
And it seems - it chips like teeth to concrete.
Bite my tongue too long can't hardly speak.
So tonight I'll leave it.
Beneath time and reason.
I'm counting down the seasons.
'Til it's drawn from memory.
I believe the footprints all around me
Only let you see what I want you to see.
I agree - that shit's so fucking weak.
Already died in public eye.
No judge, no trial, no jury.
Everything you said you'd do.
But didn't follow through.
Said you wouldn't consume
But you don't have a clue.
Not everything has a substitute.
Not everything can be fixed by you.
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2. |
Hothead
02:06
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3. |
Some Don't
02:41
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4. |
Stethoscope
02:39
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5. |
Passes Me By
03:06
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6. |
Chicanery
02:18
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7. |
No Fruit At All
02:25
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8. |
Dry Clean Only
02:01
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9. |
Scene Missing
02:03
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10. |
Wear & Tear
03:47
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