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I Didn't Think So
03:30
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Emery
03:56
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When that frisbee flies, you better hope that it shines
Cause the sun is always pressin' down
I'm so mesmerized, that I start to cry
In my dreams I walk across the sky
I've had this dream before, but it morphed inside the maze
I'm amazed
Smiles descend from rooftops, and they shatter into teeth
Minds pull from branches such as leaves (fall from trees)
Life enhancers span attention
Fortified with mood prevention
When that frisbee flies, you better hope that it shines
Cause the sun is always pressin' down
I'm so mesmerized, that I start to cry
In my dreams I walk across the sky
I've had this dream before, but it morphed inside the maze
I'm amazed
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The Volstead Act
04:08
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1933
Why not ratify me?
The lies our drys exemplified
Intoxication free
Take a clock and break it
Cherish, please don't forsake it
Another crime of father time
And we just barely made it
The Volstead Act
People had to react
Andrew had to get sacked
We are saucy once again
Keep your thoughts in line
Confront them one at a time
To skip ahead will hurt your head
and make you less benign
1933
Why not ratify me
The lies our drys exemplified
Intoxication free
The Volstead Act
People had to react
Andrew had to get sacked
We are saucy once again
The Volstead Act
People had to react
Andrew had to get sacked
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Walking The Landscape
05:41
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Arsenal
03:31
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Innocence is bliss
It's not missed
Give us a kiss, hit the target
Enjoy the cool (frozen) chill of a glass
Hunting and gathering for verbs, nouns, and adjectives
Objectives that lead nowhere, but exclamation points
Forward
Defend your people
Construct that steeple
Enjoy the rules
And chill that hot sass
Hunting and gathering for verbs, nouns, and adjectives
Objectives that lead nowhere, but exclamation points
You are no exception
You are no exception
Except when you speak
Hunting and gathering for verbs, nouns, and adjectives
Objectives that lead nowhere, but exclamation points
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Father Time
02:49
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You can bet my bottom dollar
the earth would spring a flower
the day your daddy walks upon my grave
I shot him in the back
now I can't take that back
a bullet signed with love and father time
Woe father time
make me wise
Woe father
close my eyes
Woe father time
make me shine
For marriage I did seek
now red flows through the creek
the current passes through my ragged clothes
Two shining barrels salute the sun
and when he turned his back, I drew my gun
And though it struck him hard
the devil had my card
the firey boughs of hell didn't seem very far
For my beauty in utter grief
grabbed her father's piece
shot me dead right through the head in disbelief
Woe father time
make me wise
Woe father
close my eyes
Woe father time
make me shine
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Jon Bach Boston, Massachusetts
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