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Courtney
02:34
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don't wait up for me
don't wait up for me
all you might see is poor old me
don't wake up for me
don't wake up for me
all you might see is some odd scene
don't wait up for me to try
don't wait up for me to mind
don't wait up for me to see
the end of everything
there's no doubt about it
there's no doubt about it
the words you reap so well will make me wince
this trove of lonelies
this trove of ours is all we really need
to make ends meet
don't wait up for me to try
don't wait up for me to mind
don't wait up for me to see
the end of everything
don't wait up for me to find
don't wait up for me to mind
don't wait up for me to find
some awkward peace of mind
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Felling
02:04
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these trees were marked for demolition by a council of our peers
ever so slightly better judging this grim reality
we'll package it all so better, we'll package it all so neat
why don't you pave the streams as well as raise an effigy
for all our hollow dreams of sweet modernity
don't give, don't care, don't even see, a damn, about you or what it means
dissolve it's so much better, dissolve in all your dreams
don't even say it, spare me please, don't even say that we need
is resolve for something better, resolve in dainty dreams
invest, do not hesitate
your time or even better yet
your will for happy endings, you willful power dreams
fall down, fall down and then you'll see, fall down
we're not the same
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Winter Screen
02:17
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hold on to your boots until the end of May is ready to proclaim that you're not quite sane yet
and winter might be staying on a few more days
the scenery is stuck on an eternal snow day
why is this so hard, keep pressing instant replays
to the gentle beat of snow and gusty winds upon my panes
and the avalanche that's lying in wait just beyond my yard gate now
don't look out the door just yet
the fir and bramble are eager to block my every single step
and this nauseating feel i get from every other quest
to and fro from every point that's fixed in my own sheepish gaze
and the creeping snowmen mulling over pines trees on my only path home
listen up you creep I'm croaking, if standing on this slope means nothing, I'm sliding down the slope
loosen up my workshy mind, holding down the fort for something, I'm holding down the fort
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Fallout 2
02:46
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the end is nigh, and there will be no going back
wide awake on reclining chairs, we're never sitting up again
far away, through the misty spray of made up words and faulty rules
we lay low, until we grow old, lay low until we're old and broken, until we've run our course - lay low
getting by on air and nothing more than that
high on up the sentry's gaze will lull us back to sleep again
far away, through the misty spray of made up words and faulty rules
we lay low, until we grow old, lay low until we're old and broken, until we've run our course - lay low
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