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I'll try to make this perfectly clear, |
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I'm so transparent |
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I disappear. |
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These words |
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I lyrically defecate, |
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Upon songs |
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I boldly claim to create. |
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Clint steps in to establish the beat,4/4 hip hop and you don't stop. |
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This unique approach to start an |
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EP,Intended to shock, create a mystique. |
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A cheap strategy, a marketing scheme, |
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Building awareness for the next |
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LP.They've got a good fan base, |
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They've got integrity, |
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They've got a |
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DC sound,Shudder to |
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Think, Fugazi, |
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And Chapel |
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Hill, around the |
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Early 90's. |
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This is the latest from |
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Saddle Creek. |
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Some melodies are like disease, |
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They can inflame your misery, |
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They will infect your memories, |
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They haunt me. |
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Some memories are like disease, |
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They can inflame your misery, |
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They will infect your melody, |
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They haunt me. |
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I write these words with my motherly intuition, |
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I shape these sounds into harmonic apparitions. |
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But I can see can see through these haunting things, |
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My molded dreams are defaced by the same hands that shaped them. |
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I'll try to make this perfectly clear, |
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I'm so reflective i am a mirror. |
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These words |
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I'm driving into the ground, |
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The same words |
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I scream out over the crowd. |
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I'm just an air wave rollin' 'round, |
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I storm and crash without a sound. |
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There's all these islands out at sea, |
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I can't reach. |
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I'm just an airplane diving down, |
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I storm and crash without a sound, |
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Engines exploding silently out at sea. |
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Where waves caress unstable egos, |
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Where melody is completely swallowed. |
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Where songwriters chain their songs to their ankles and sink to the beat, |
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Til it stops and bursts under pressure. |
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Let it burst and bloom, |
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Hit song,Let it burst and bloom. |
