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Lucy
04:55
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All hail the queen of pure dystopia, the crown jewel of listlessness
They’ll come for miles to shower her with love, guilt, frank distress, and slurs
And the light is blinding, it’s unforgettable, it reflects off all she owns
All the never minding, is unforgivable, if you can’t stand dying alone
Her steps fall heavy on the ground below, the earth quakes and so do I
Skyscrapers crumble, falling in her name, blood diamonds fill the sky
Hear what they said, love her instead
They have no qualms, holes in our palms
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We've Arrived
04:25
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One of these mornings we’ll wake up and find we’ve arrived
We’ll look around us and see the hard times behind
Shower head washes away the feelings of dread
We’ll sleep at night without tossing and turning in bed
One of these mornings we’ll wake up and find we’ve arrived
Pounding the pavement, sitting alone in your room
Used to rise early, but now you’re sleeping past noon
Out on a limb and your prospects just keep falling through
Feeling invisible, everyone's looking past you
One of these mornings we’ll wake up and find we’ve arrived
Sit all alone waiting for someone to call
Great expectations are slowly beginning to fall
Struck out again, everyone says to come home
Struck out again but at least we struck out on our own
One of these mornings we’ll wake up and find we’ve arrived
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3. |
The Last One
02:30
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In a patch of suburban woods
there’s a quaint little doomsday shack
white cross on a plywood door
and sheet metal painted black
if you think the plague won’t find you
when the dead have all been raised
crossbow’s gonna run out of arrows
but who wants to be the last one anyway?
acid rain on a metal roof
is such a glorious sound
fingernails on a plywood door
someday we all get found
if you think the plague won’t find you
when the dead have all been raised
crossbow’s gonna run out of arrows
and who wants to be the last one anyway?
we walled our cities in
but the rats dug underground
we turned off all the lights
but they burned our city down
if you think the plague won’t find you
when the dead have all been raised
it’s all the same when it’s said and done
the plague is coming for everyone
and who wants to be the last one anyway?
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