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Time To Run
04:00
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Eating hearts out and down
Hope my body's never found
And under me, a family
A dying breed is fast asleep
There mouths are crooked and rusted over.
All bones are aching and getting colder.
And over them a group of men
Are dead and gone. It's time to run.
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2. |
Pass It Up
02:45
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Holding out just to throw me.
Life disgusts me so wholly
And I could use another,
I could use another,
I could use another tune.
I could use another,
I could use another,
I could use another tune.
Pass it up
Pass it up
The hidden powers of day-glo
If you'd rather just say so.
cause I could use another,
I could use another
I could use another tune.
I could use another,
I could use another,
I could use another tune.
Pass it up
Pass it up
Pass it up
Pass it up
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3. |
Smother
03:28
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Burnt Out
04:08
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The last line was off time. I lost mine.
And outside we smoke wides. Voiced by guides.
I'll climb the walls, burn out the laws and keep it clean.
You're so well read. I'll die in bed and set the scene.
You're dripping against me. Uplifting.
It's sickening how quickly you spent me.
A moment's gone. It came to run and spit the seeds. The love is spent. Accept the split for what it means.
Under your mind
Under your mind
Don't want my kind
I don't mind...I don't mind...I don't mind.
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5. |
Empty
02:40
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Hips ground away,
but it's fun to play with you (with you).
Last words don't stay,
but they're so well placed.
Yea they're so well.
Secrets cracked and leaking lines.
The currents past is far behind.
You can't make sense of emptiness,
cause emptiness don't make sense.
Feet poking through,
those old shoes, its nothing.
I'm strewn askew,
so whats wrong with you,
just nothing.
Secrets cracked and leaking lines.
The current's past is far behind.
You can't make sense of emptiness,
cause emptiness don't make sense.
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6. |
Cursive Palm
03:29
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7. |
Humming's Not Allowed
03:30
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Heart's are runnin', soakin' sun entangled with the sound. What is shaded when leaves fade and humming's not allowed.
Jumping off beds, touching ceilings. Love won't heal my mind. But if my death coincides with yours I'll know you're mine.
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8. |
Wash Off
03:42
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Nowhere's fine to twist unwind, It's burning softer, a touch unkind. kind of me...
The issues run metric like an altar. You're too far gone to wash off her.
Passed out peace, neglect release. So quick to shove off, so slow to ease. Ease inside...
The issues run metric like an altar. You're too far gone, to wash off
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9. |
Painted
03:00
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10. |
No Kills
02:50
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Falling down to feel your fingers.
Walking down the street beside.
It's working up to something heavy
All flushed out the well is dry.
I'm not social but you're so sure
That you're social and I'm not sure
Which is right...which is right...this is.
With the faces degraded on that side
Strung out on a sedative landslide
Strike it down let it drown
One shot no kills.
Cut and shut an old beginning
Steal the show cause no one knows
Laugh it off and throw it on
Spins descend this record blows
I'm not social but you're so sure
That you're social and I'm not sure
Which is right...which is right.
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11. |
Lay Low
03:43
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I can think of maybe seven words
That I haven't heard you sigh.
A slight case of painted waste
But the red's too wet to dry.
If I meant to, I'd upset you all.
Northern statues, won't forgive you all.
Light it up like a shredded book
That you never noticed twice.
Lay low when the time is right
And you'll never see me cry.
If I meant to, I'd forget you all.
Heaven sent you, my last play through.
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Moloko Litso Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Moloko Litso is an Alternative band from Ada Oklahoma.
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