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Rich Mitch
03:06
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I have a lot of books
I have a lot of costumes I’ve made
I have many hats
And I will have to get rid of much the next time I move
Rich Mitch
Yeah if my name was ‘Mitch’ I’d be a Rich Mitch
And also if I had some money
Rich Mitch
I am most superfluous oh
Rich Mitch
Ah!
I will sing myself to sleep
While I lay buried in a heap of shirts
From all my favourite bands
Yes I have many favourite bands yeah
Rich Mitch
Yeah if my name was ‘Mitch’ I’d be a Rich Mitch
And also if I had some money
Rich Mitch
I am most superfluous oh
Rich Mitch
Ah!
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Bricks
02:22
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We suffer for our own ideal, our own ideal
We cocoon ourselves in this control
Composure that isn't real
Still gulp each day like its enough
Like it's enough for us
Beneath your hull you hid a hurt so deep that no one else could touch
Goodnight my friend
We're all falling fighting
And I still love you
I reach my hand out there's just bricks
We're held submerged in such debris
Weighed down by what would be
I'll imagine if only you had shared your bricks with me
My song was paralysed
Or did I ever try?
The latest lullaby
Goodnight my friend
We're all falling fighting
And I still feel you
I reach my hand out there's just bricks
I cannot forget
What I could not fix
Far to find your rest
All that's left are bricks
We're all falling fighting
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3. |
3-Day Cola Hangover
03:12
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My war
Beneath the patches of this skin
Behind the walls I built tall to box myself in
Frequently
Despite all I’ve tried to be
Relentless ordinary clawing back to me
And I stare
Into the dregs of my self-conscious
To pick apart the failures I find lurking there
It’s too late
And as the pounding starts to fade
I know that I’ve learnt nothing
This is my house
You can break yourself here
Or break yourself somewhere else
And we’re all fucked
We’ll try too hard
We can try and fail together
I wake
To this hostile taste
Not even my phone will recognise my fucked up face
And I’ve changed
In my heart I’m getting wiser
But when I look around it’s all the same
This is my house
You can break yourself here
Or break yourself somewhere else
And we’re all fucked
We’ll try too hard
We can try and fail together
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4. |
The Power Of The Trake
03:55
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Sean Paul Sweaterman with his sweater on
Sean Paul Sweaterman with his sweater off
Come on then let’s have it now
Every day you’re delayed and each time some other
Preposterous cause, what is it for now?
Not everything has to be tragic
Sometimes life can rearrange somehow
Colours can fade to grey
Someone’s copying me
But can you even trake?
Can you even trake?
It’s what’s inside that counts
I’ll shake my fist at you now
Trapped under a Lepin avalanche
We wear the three pants, no pants
Colours can fade to grey
Someone’s copying me
But can you even trake?
Can you even trake?
Sean Paul Sweaterman with his sweater on
Sean Paul Sweaterman with his sweater off
Colours can fade to grey
Someone’s copying me
But can you even trake?
Can you even trake?
We know what we are
Shiny charlatans
You can’t trake like me
You can’t trake like me
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I’m just a passenger
And it was my intention
You’re just here to pass the time
But my mistake that I can’t shake you
Stuck into my mind
Reached for you just to touch
I fear you’re now a crutch
Clutched in my head
My mind
My mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in me
I hesitate
You linger now
I have to break the habit
I devour the routine
Gorge obediently
Infest my thoughts
My head
My mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in me
Sudoku!
Mah-Jong!
Brain Training!
Puzzles!
Caught in my ride
My brain
My mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in my mind
You’re in me
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Surfboard Riding Ryan
00:55
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Ride Ryan Ride
Surfboard Riding Ryan
Ride Ryan Ride
Surfboard Riding Ryan
Ryan Ride
Riding Riding Ryan
Ride Ryan Ride
Bryan Ride
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