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Truth is...
03:20
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Spent a lot of time,
At the beach this summer,
Down by the shore, close to waves, crashing in,
Can I be still, like a rock drying out, in the sun,
And truth is you have no control,
And truth is like poetry,
But most people, fucking hate poetry,
And truth is I don't care,
It's so frustrating, to want to break through,
Split 'em in two, show mother nature,
What my defiance looks like,
So stubborn, so callous, so stupid and dumb, silly me...
And truth is you have no control,
And truth is like poetry,
But most people, fucking hate poetry,
And truth is I don't care,
I don't know why I can't get shit straight,
I don't know why I can't get shit straight,
And truth is you have no control,
And truth is like poetry,
But most people, fucking hate poetry,
And truth is I don't care
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Edie
02:48
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Edie, baby you're so right,
I can't stand those boys a lookin' at you,
Maybe, I should show them what it means to be a,
Lame, class act, gettin' jealous over nothing, wish it wasn't true, but it is,
Cause I don't like them looking at you, I'll knock them on their backs,
Cause baby, the dogs need to get a hint and curb their barking,
Cause they'll howl at you,
I know ain't been easy, to be with me, but I promise you,
It'll get better, cause I love ya and that's a fact,
Piss all the neighbors off, with a loud racket, we're going at it
Cause I don't like them lookin' at you, I'll knock them on their backs,
Cause baby, the dogs need to get a hint and curb their barking,
Cause they'll howl at you,
I'll be your king, if you're my queen, ya taste like honey and sugar in my tea, you taste like royalty on my lips, makes me feel right oh yea
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Superfly
03:44
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Let's take a journey to somewhere far away,
A place only a twinkle in our eyes, it's deep into space,
Powered by hydrazine hydrate, we'll find what's behind the veil,
Draped before us, maybe it's earthly delights,
Gonna meet Jonas and see his stash,
I hear he has the good stuff,
That'll make your fingers curl and head swim,
In a sea of clouds,
We'll take a taste to stay awake,
Possibly freaking out like a superfly,
When you're super no one can touch you,
Always buzzin' around,
(guitar solo...)
Let's make a journey back home....but,
Can't find my way back to earth, I don't know where to go,
You say to me, baby, I don't want to fall asleep, but I'm tired,
I can't miss the show, heard they had lightworks,
If we get too close, the sparks will lick the belly of our, beast, and,
Engulfing us, in a beautiful crimson, burnin' to crash our way,
That would really suck,
We'll take a taste to stay awake,
Possibly freaking out like a superfly,
When you're super no one can touch you,
Always buzzin' around
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Feet of giants
03:57
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He walked around, a mouth full of words,
Filled with hatred and bigotry,
We say shut the hell up, can't stand your bitching,
Get off your high horse, your cause means nothing,
And you can cut at, the feet of giants,
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work,
And you can cut at, the feet of giants,
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work,
Lying to himself, his mind unraveled,
We say don't touch them, our brothers and sisters,
Your lack of foresight, is only a stone's throw away,
You never see too far,
And you can cut at, the feet of giants,
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work,
And you can cut at, the feet of giants,
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work,
All the politicians, well they suck,
Can't get their money, grubby fingers off our stuff,
But what's worse, is the dude, trying to kill us,
For a cause, he doesn't know the meaning of,
Oh the meaning, meaning, the meaning, of,
Oh the meaning, meaning, the meaning, of
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Harvey Bruce New York, New York
Fort Greene songsmith / "rock 'n' roll ain't dead, guy". Listen to my music.
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