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Some one comes to you
and tells you what to do
with your time, with your dimes
with your smile fake or not
You got some one in mind
but you've been kicked out
and it's a sport to bounce back
It's a sport to fill your time
Fighting gets you high
Your limits treat you kind
when you get old, when you get bored
when you finally take your mask off
She flirts your angst away
and that was her mistake
cause she let you in her life
cause she let you into her life
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It somehow starts slow
with our accents in the cold
staring at the lawn
Two immigrants in the sun
A cigarette in your hand
Talks of music and design
You as beautiful as the dawn
building labyrinths with our thoughts
Then you explained the world
A world you cared for
You said you had things to do
I only wanted time with you
We will brake each others hearts
maybe bend and compromise
it's true we are this song
two immigrants in the sun
Come to me so tenderly
come to me oh rapidly
But you were meant to save me
You were meant to be
The one who arranges all the colors
and paints a pulse on me
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I Took a trip to find myself
To fix the fear and evolve my taste
In the microscopic world
I was an agent of the unknown
I remember when I touched her face
she spoke of meadows after the hotel
the shaman arosed from the floor
and demanded sixty bucks
Descending into false memories
convincing the phone to at last ring
Was I supposed to run into you
the most beautiful interlude
Frigid veil on an unfinished moon
dated in my calendar where the routine grew
In the park she spoke of the stars
could not read them but felt their mark
The highway controlled the flow in my veins
There I was with my new edge
With tomorrow's lyrics today,
Accomplished yet the same
First there was the anarchist by your side
struggling to get to get up
warm in your arms
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Leave me, go on and leave me
if you must what else can I do
But you'll be back to my arms
like you always do
Save your psychotic reasons
save us time and just go on
But you'll be back to my arms
like you always do
Take what you like
whatever you may want
I know your coming back
And here I'll wait every single day
for you to come home
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Hold me strong
hold me for the nights you kept me waiting
We are made of doubts
passing clouds damned by the weather
There's confusion at the pearly gates
Life is not a demo
And when you say no
it turns me on, I turned into your door mat
All the pits you've photographed are hallow
yes you made your point
who will ever suspect of you
Baby, who will ever know
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Cause You Gots To
02:35
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You're gonna want me like I want you
You're gonna have to cause you gots to
We're gonna find a way
We're gonna find a way
When will you lower your standards
This might be what true love looks like
If you were to settle with me me
If you were to settle for me
We're gonna be in debt together
We'll grow fat and rip our denim
It's alright you see
It's the American Dream
Of all the thing that I could offer
I know laughter will come often
It's a joke we'll live
You could do better than me.
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A Hobby We Fell Into
02:59
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This doesn't feel like solid ground
I've been preparing for the eventual collapse
While I tell you I'll love you til the end
You turn around and tell me I should wait
Yes everybody tells you
what should and shouldn't do
This romance it's a hobby we fell into
Half of me wants to conquer the world
the other half awaits for your control
Since you have stood a bit too close
i resent you for leaving me exposed
Yes everybody loves you
They get to see you at your best
This romance it's a hobby we fell into
You have your reasons to depart
Your list will only grow if i was to beg and cry
There's a sniper on my ego
toying with the time I have left to mourn
Yes everybody shows you
the intent behind a wink
This romance it's a hobby we fell into
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Red Panda
01:48
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You got ethics hovering over you
I don't know how to feel about zoos
They're might not be the most humane
yet I want a red panda as a pet
When cuteness melts my heart
I don't know how to act
They're too adorable to be called a pet
I want a red panda as a friend
if reincarnation was a choice
I'd be eating bamboo leafs all day long
chilling in the snuggliest of suits
With my red panda crew
In my Himalayan days
All under my habitat's shade
All over the world wide web
In my red panda ways
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To Encrypt Your Own
03:02
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Out within
Seeing faces as God's whim
And cultured is the world
Hunting is the word
They better have my bourbon at this spot
No friend of mine
ever tells me to slow down
We are all in the same boat
Escalation is the word
Being broke is the norm
This carousel
with its fading paint on my finger nails
Has no concept of pace
Has no horses in the race
And once derailed it never comes to an end
Sometimes
Dealers are your healers
and you heal in the dark
trying to manifest a light
And you borrow someone's shadow to encrypt your own
When you show up at my funeral
You better make a scene and cry
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It's Heroic And Erotic
02:02
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It's heroic and erotic
the way you're standing there
By the entrance
the only entrance
to the heavens that was left
It's neurotic and harmonic
when limbo slips to yes
It's all I dream of
It's all I live for
Life gets on the way
But I keep the faith
My carnal memory in place
It feels like pre-evolution
Like returning to the end
Like being chew by
the walls of creation in the dark
reborn inside
Baby trust me this one time
t tastes like a glimpse from Medusa
Forever wanting to stay there
Lips that free yet
gates of existence
slaves me first
An ocean for my thist
But your waters i prefer
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Danilo Parrales New York, New York
Songs are born while
I dance, attempting to reach you.
I paint my walls so they melt me into them a little bit slower.
I also wanna work with clowns in a circus downtown and tag along with them so I could learn to forget.
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