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What's Up, NSA?
03:41
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Hello y’all, and welcome to the show. Be you fan or friend, enemy, or foe. Maybe you've wire tapped my internet or phone, either way I'm happy that you showed.
Those Snapchat nudes you sent to your ex, the government is watching us have sex. All the NSAs and the CIAs and the NBCs and the MTVs and the ABCs and the...
Now we’ve gotta get this message out or else our kind, we will all burn out. (and we don't want that)
We wont know who to worship or who deserves love, just a rational race with a warm woolly heart. (and we cant have that)
Our robotic descendants will pick up the pieces and sew us together, burn all the heathens!
Raise more money for guns and new vietnams, we’re drowning ourselves in nuclear bombs.
You know why? Because war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength.(for them)
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They’ll kill us all if they get through the door. Tell my friends and my girl I had nothing but love for them. Let's find a way to release all these slaves, fight social injustice by burnin’ one a day.
I’ve been searching for ya since birth, I thought the magnets in our hips would be enough. Now I'd pray that you still want me but I ain’t got no gods, I'm just a human full of heart and sometimes logical flaws.
But some have never loved someone more than they’ve ever loved themselves, that's fine but have they tried and just don't have the time to waste on me or you? I would waste it on you, would you waste on me too?
She’s been drinking, and, well... I've been drinking. May the whiskey on my breath meet the wine on your tongue. While rich, white congressmen fight young, black, lesbians, it's a joke after all. Yeah, justice for all.
We've been fightin' it since birth, I thought the fire on our lips would be enough 'cause I swear that you still want me babe but I can’t break through. Why did we ever let these walls stay up between me and you?
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Big Warm Fuzzy Heart
04:39
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I don't wanna go home, not without my friends. I don't wanna go home without you again, I don’t wanna go home. I don't wanna go home, not without my friends. I don't wanna go home to an empty house again.
Well I move my mouth towards another and I hope to die, then cope by puffing paragraphs to parchment getting high as the sky.
If I’m gonna get my act together maybe I should let go all together. I dont wanna let go of you, but I guess I gotta let go.
I don't wanna go home, not without my friends. I don't wanna go home without you again, I don’t wanna go home. I don't wanna go home, not without my friends. I don't wanna go home to an empty house again.
I've got a big warm fuzzy heart I'm selling if you're willing to buy, you'll always be the sweetest part inside myself that I can't ever let die.
But if I'm gonna get my shit together, maybe I should let go all together. I don't wanna let go of you.
I guess' I've got to let go, and it breaks my heart... but I try to.
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All the Dark Parts Too
03:46
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I once touched the sunshine, I felt it in her punchlines in the waning days of summer. She put her eyes on me, blew dro into the breeze, and hit upon her Sun King.
Maybe love is just a fluke, I bet if i had better timing I could have married you. I don’t want to purge it all but I crawl out of my skin when I picture you with him but jealousy is unattractive. It’s an awful way to show you’re insecure. What good will all of that do? I’d rather be your troubadour.
You ain’t seen the best of, ain’t seen the best of, you ain’t seen the best of me yet.
I want to see the best of, not only that the worst of, I want all the dark parts too.
I want to know you.
Just give it to me straight, was it me or what I ate? I could always lose more weight. Dress me up in all your clothes, cut my hair like centerfolds, I'll be perfect for you.
Yeah bitterness is unattractive, it's a lazy way to say that you're still hurt. What good will all of that do but rub your own face in the dirt?
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Who Are We at War With?
03:13
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Some play to the youth all those empty aspirants, they used to be scholars now pawns for the tyrants. Now that we’re fucked we might as well get our beers in.
'Cause ignorant parents breed ignorant children, it's not every time but it’s basically given the rest of their lives they are doomed to playing the fool.
They hollowed them the most that they should and then poured in all that they could. They kept sensory perception, some cognitive functions, reprogrammed us all to feel good. (I feel good)
The American dream is a pyramid scheme. We know, we know. but we don’t care.
Come in close now children, I'll tell you about a time when every second, every moment of your life wasn't-
Put on display in some sleek mobile website, people were more than a book full of faces, our lives weren't sold as stock commodities. Now who are we at war with? Ourselves or the public? Crusading through centuries, divide them and conquer, it’s all just a show full of drama and low self esteem.
But they’ve all got to fund this new war or our freedom means nothing no more. They kept sensory perception, some cognitive functions, they’d scare us into it if they could. (and they can)
The American dream is a pyramid scheme. We know, we know, but we don’t care.
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Sometimes I feel like a blind man teaching a robot how to paint. What clever line can I compose to pull the sweetness from your mouth? (Let it out)
I wouldn’t even stutter, I won't ever stutter with you.
Robotic hearts can learn love again. Until that day I got all my friends.
Ignore the slurring of my speech, I have had a few since you. (but they aren’t you) If I have a heart left after the NSA and the CIA put me down... I'll give it to you.
I wouldn’t even stutter, I won't ever stutter again.
Robotic hearts can learn love again. Until that day I got all my friends.
No, human hearts don't have a maximum capacity or terminal velocity, you get back what you put out.
So give it all, give it all, give it all, give it all away for free.
Give it all away for free, away to me, and I will promise I will do the same for you.
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