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Idlehands
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Youth, Too Late
Lying in the lobby face down upon on the floor.
In this weathered hotel, we can't confuse those that trade truth of the sheep, for the warmth of the wool.
We are buried here. I'll damn near disappear.
I can't escape the written routine of acquaintances bent on following me.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about a clear head. About a clear head.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about distance, and why it fits.
Tried and tired, I've all but given in to this sober notion of repetitive motion.
Based on violence and internal hate.
Be sure to tip your whore and close the door along the way.
Remember when you said, 'Time is all we fear?' Well, you were wrong man. You were wrong.
Remember when you said, 'Time is all we fear?' Well, you were wrong man. You were wrong.
Remember when you said, 'Time is all we fear?'
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A brother can't behave.
Another frozen grave.
Left, right, duck, fade.
This other confidant is Judas of today.
Please tell my friends I can't stay awake.
Go on and side with the man.
Spread out your love amongst promiscuous land.
Oh debauchee. Raker of ribbon.
Be probable. Are you smitten? Are you fake?
Write debt upon your face, just to say you called this name. We are the friends that always end.
Another game. Another day.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about a clear head. About a clear head.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about distance, and why it fits.
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