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Title Track
01:58
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Practice never made a perfect thing
but it made me feel like I perfect
Practice never made me feel too clean
but it made me feel good and dirty
lately i been thinking if i believe in it hard enough
it will happen
Practice never made a perfect thing
but it made me feel like it could happen
Practice never made a perfect thing
but it made me feel like I was perfect
Practice never made a perfect thing
Oh, oh oh
i'm stepping out alone
I know who I love
I should be judicious
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Candlelit
03:07
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I take my mood from a motorcade
For some reason I cant speak
I walk it off thinking all I can say is it is small
Just as small as every funeral
I'm a box of matches
boasting the priceless message
Censor it at your risk
Don't tell me that I'm sick
Don't you get candlelit
At about that time when my body makes
up reasons I can't sleep
I smell like barbasol
animal wash it off
nothing is embarrassing anymore
about that time when my body makes up
reasons I can't sleep
I got this paper chase hauntin me every day
it's hardly overpowering anyway
I'm a box of matches
Toasting something while you all's
eyes are all watching god
you can't see me down here,
half basement atmosphere
I take my move
In a motorcade
Minstrels looking at me
(Some reason I can't sleep)
(I taste like barbasol, oh)
Ask me why to go
Driving off
Lose control
It'll be embarrassing when they know
that you're a box of matches!
Boasting the priceless
message, sounds like catastrophe
Don't treat me like I'm sick
Don't you get candlelit
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In the Mud
03:12
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If I hit all that I'm wanting
All that I hunt
Who will supply all of that money
Will you supply that
Who's in the mud, who?
Kiss upon my head
You bury me walk away
Kiss upon my head
Try not to fly me into more trees
Try not to drive me into more reeds
MOon coming up mud cover my lips
DOn't you put me down
Dreamed of making my own movies
Dreamed of playing them on big screens
Dream coming up opening my lips
Don't you put me down
I take pix of soon extinct monkeys
Rolling my film
And I take the heartbeat of the dying
The pulse of that blood
Who's in the mud, who?
Who's in the mud who's in the mud who?
Kiss upon my head
You bury me with the monkeys
Try not to fly me into more trees
Try not to drive me into more reeds
MOon coming up mud cover my lips
DOn't you put me down
Dreamed of filming all the police
Dreamed of figuring out something
Dream coming up and open my lips
Who's in the mud, who?
Don't ya put ya down
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Balsa Wooden Coffin
02:59
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Buy a balsa wooden coffin
and go put yourself inside
I just want you to be comfy
I do not want you to die
You couldn't listen could not see
How you were spilling out of me
HOw you were under lock and key
You thought it an impossibility
Finally has something happened,
Has there been a tragedy
Finally is someone happy someone
Halfway gay and free
Is someone calling the police
I start to worry you know me
And I know you you're wondering
You wonder is a battle happening
I don't care whoever started it
Who let it grow older
I don't care whoever started it
Don't let it grow older
You'll be found, you will found
The season will be newly spring
Come sit down and have a second out
Of your captivity
I have relented
I have seen other coffins other means
And I dream of a 2nd hand
To lift one of us up from underneath
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5. |
Ragdoll Princess
01:28
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[negligible]
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6. |
Not so Smart
03:35
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It wasn't me
Don't look at me
It wasn't me
Stop effin lookin
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