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Maxine
01:54
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You sit around
You're up and down
No body knows
Your favorite ghost
A cloudy day
A slow decay
Head to work
And hide the hurt
Sit in peace
A cold disease
Your begging for
Some room to breath
I don't know
If you know
You have a path
Just get out fast
You're leaving, Maxine
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2. |
Brian
02:24
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Saw him down on Seneca
Said he was the voice of God
Hadn't seen him since high school
Looked like someone we hardly knew
Was he an acid casualty?
Was he someone he was meant to be?
I remember when we would play
Up on the hill by the thruway
He was full of potential
Now he's just a hollow shell
I wish we could run away
Back to the hill where we could stay
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3. |
Ed
00:52
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When I see you coming
I just wanna scream
I'm a little surprised
Cuz it's not my thing
Never had the urge
Never had the urge
To be heard
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4. |
John
01:51
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I replay the past,
I replay the past,
When I'm wrong
You can take it back,
You can take it back,
When I'm gone
We build our secrets
We build our secrets
They are here to stay
We are what we made
They are here to stay
We are what we made
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5. |
Christina
02:48
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That apartment on Legion
In a hot bedroom
I would lay down on the floor
Try to keep real cool
Frozen in silence
I would count my breath
Try not to think about
How to plan my death
It is possible to relive everyday
I want you to be the summer rain that washed away
There is no need to remember everything
I want you to be the summer rain
On the hottest day
I burned all I had
In a small pile
That garage out back
Smoke filled my lungs
Memories danced
Felt like a child
And I started to laugh
It is possible to relive everyday
I want you to be the summer rain that washed away
There is no need to remember everything
I want you to be the summer rain
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The parking lot where we used to kick the ball was full of crumbling asphalt, broken colored glass and cigarette butts.
Sometimes we’d find water stained pages of pornography distorted and informing our tastes
There were always broken cassette tapes with brown ribbon guts spread out like spaghetti
If we were lucky we’d find a brick red firecracker that still had a little working wick.
Once we hit the jackpot and found a pristine M80 and decided to make a bomb
Phil grabbed an empty Pringles can and made a hole in the bottom with his pocket knife.
There is no use blowing up an empty vessel so Keith ran home and got an half eaten box of Fruity Pebbles
The plan was to pull the wick through the can to light up the sky and shower the world with our brilliant spectacle
Joey knew we had to have a timer in order to avoid injury or being caught.
So he stole a cigarette from his mother when she switched over the laundry between beers
We’d set the bomb atop the thick gray pipes, that ran along the cut-through behind the drug store
Light the smoke, hide in the bushes and hope someone walked passed and into our violent art
Timers and patience always take longer than you expect as we crouched huddled like thieves
Just then old man Ed was stumbling our way on his daily journey home from Shirley’s
We slunk lower and tried to suppress our laughter as the adrenaline filled our bodies
But before serendipity could work her magic the sky filled with colored ants and Ed didn’t even fucking notice
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7. |
Jennifer
03:01
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She says, I will never recover
She says, there won’t be another
She says, she says
She says, I am my mother
She says, I will be forever
She says, she says
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