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Social Circle
04:52
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Tried making the rounds around this town,
but I'm still living outside the loop
Overlooking a vast diluted social circle, wondering what happens in Social Circle, Georgia - what a name for lovers and friends,
Vessels of peace float on rivers of gin within.
For all the warmth in the air, I doubt I'll ever make it over.
I just lack direction in my Corolla all alone,
For whatever I do I need a witness - someone to remind me I exist.
Tried to be something for everyone and didn't like what was left of me.
Now that I'm emptied of personality, maybe I can escape this world through the smoke machine, as the clock strikes another late into the AM,
and all the pink elephants turn into grim reapers - they're all my friends I used to laugh with all the time until some silence engulfed us all...
I used to say I'm moving out soon.
Now, it's "well, at least I want to, wouldn't you?"
It's been a lonely goal without a plan after I found out only the bland will lead the blind man.
In a parallel dimension, do we see all we could be?
For all the places I could go, there's quite a lot that I don't know.
What could I know? Well, what's worth my time.
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Lonely Woman
01:30
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They say they're everywhere
If I'm anywhere, maybe I don't know what to do
To see into myself and into someone else in a way to make dreams come true.
I've taken to ignoring all the scenery around me, as if the tunnel I choose will lead me to what I want in the end, a lonely woman.
Dreams sing through everyone,
If I'm anyone, let's fell this tree near the city to land on anyone or just in the way - let me escape my self-pity
And maybe lend a hand to anyone in duress
I'll do whatever I can if you happen to be watching me, lonely woman.
You go out all by yourself and I go out all alone, but I've known for a while now I'm not going out alone.
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Shells
02:19
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I was dying trying to keep up with the trends
No one told me how to make friends
Slither into rooms? Drink into the void? Couldn't share a thing to do.
For any diamonds in conversation, I always forget what was said.
"A hand to lead me onto where I truly belong. Let's make the will to raise the dead."
Do you remember being cheered on for anything you tried to do? So sad that we've become adult machines of insecurity. Can only talk about ourselves or hear how we're missing out.
We're told "wisdom listens," but why do we always end up victims?
After many years I doubt I've truly found a soul over hissing winds through mounds of empty shells
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It's Everything
03:53
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People talk about the subtext like it's all there really is
I just wanna take my time to find and share all the other senses
You'll know me in time to be your best Valentine
and I'm still waiting in the ring, waiting to do my best for you
And you can say anything you want in these ears and it'd mean everything to me
All the men in my family have pretty shitty hearts
Watch them get to middle age and start to fall apart
Am in in the 27 Club? I've got a dull ache all the time
I want you to see me this way: running through life well before its deadline
'Cause I'm not one to save the love I have to give if I'm running out of time
You know we could be anything together and that's everything I've been dreaming to be
In the forest of delusion, people see only what they want to feel
Running through to the nearest sounds while breaking off the limbs of everything in their way
All the owls from above watch us desperate for love
You should be mine, when will I get my day?
But what's the good in all the things I can do for no one to ever see?
Although sometimes I've convinced at night that someone's watching over me
And the ghost holds me in my sleep through all the cold nights
In your arms I'd be anything for you and you're everything I could dream to be.
So take a chance and reach out back to me across all the rooms and seas
No, I won't let you down
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Inner Resources
02:09
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In the mental cemetery, I feel I'm in
There's still so many interesting things to keep the sadness down
Although we know the sadness makes the imagination great
Stems from the heart to the brain
Evil dreams, wake up in laughter
There's nothing to truly be, go back and whimper in your sleep
Your dog barks at the MGM lion because he thinks he's protecting you
Well at least somebody loves you in your A-frame in the woods in the rain, it's not too strange.
Wild dreams of evil dreams you think about to get through the next day
I often go about in pity for myself
All the while the winds carry me through the sky
All the while, there's so much more than what gets seen emanating from everything
For all the ups and downs and odds throughout this earth,
One's abound in inner resources
Stems from the heart to the brain, back down through the brain down to the heart
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The Outer Loop
02:52
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In a parallel dimension no one seems too confused
Although I don't always know where I'm going, there's so much bliss in not yet knowing who to love
Tried to make the rounds around this town like any simple fool, but you gotta chase what you're really after
After ten laps I'm still the same Sapp fool, just tired of always trying to be so cool.
Now funny music makes me sad
Great music pisses me off so much
The new year really shouldn't be too bad
And I shouldn't worry if I'm out of touch
What dreams may come are the true ones
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