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Think I'm a Tiger
03:58
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Sometimes I do, think I am a tiger. I’m fire
Think I’m in love with you, I’m out of my mind, sometimes
Sometimes I do, Think I am a lion. I’m fire
Think I can walk with you, me and you through this zoo, to Zion.
Sometimes I do, think I am a player, some saviour
Think I’ll be good for you, I’m one of a kind sometimes
Sometimes I do, Think I am a Tiger, I’m fire
Think I can handle you, I’m out of my mind, sometimes
Think I’m in love with you,
And you’re in love with me
And this is what we’ll be
A king and you a queen
Sometimes I do, think I am a tiger. I’m fire
Think I am a tiger
Think I am on fire
Think I am a lion
Think I am a liar
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Think I am in a dream
Or so it seems
Oh boy, I’m on the scene
But, there are no strings on me
A week of Sundays
I’m in a rhyme
Feeble memories
Think I will let it slide
My minds is in a maze
But I feel fine
And it’s a purple haze
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
And it’s the strangest thing
Think I’m the wind
What lays beyond my memories
It seems that life is but a dream
Think I’m a melody
Or so it seems
Oh boy, I’d like to scream
It feels like my brain’s all steam
A month of Sundays
I’m in the wild
Long lost memories
My soul can exceed through time
My mind is in a maze
But I feel fine
And it’s a purple haze
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
And it’s the strangest thing
Think I’m the wind
What lays beyond my memories
It seems that life is but a dream
The sun shines through my skin
And I’m the wind
What’s there beyond my memories
It seems that life is but a dream
Love is what you bring
God, I heard them sing
Row gently down the stream
Life is but a dream
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3. |
Sedation, In Your Face
05:00
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I’m dizzy and I don’t know why
Who were all these lovers, shadows in my mind
I hear velvet voices, sirens in a blur
It’s a slow decay my, gentle saboteurs
Feel fizzy think I’ll stay in bed
Need no invitation got my Mary Jane
I’m spiralling inwards seems to intensify
I’ve lost my way but, it’s been a ride
And I’m an empty shell, I’m a bore, a shapeless hunk of clay
Guess I’ll wait another day
To find the needle in the hay
I’m calling out in an empty space
It seems my name don’t reverberate
Something’s in my gaze
I’m sliding into stranger days
I’m drifting, she is game for a ride
Says she’s bored, but I feel somewhat satisfied
I’m queasy still I got a taste
I can’t move, well, this is sedation, in your face
And I’m an empty shell, I’m a bore, a shapeless hunk of clay
Guess I’ll wait another day
To find the needle in the hay
I’m calling out in an empty space
Seems my name don’t reverberate
Guess I’ll wait another day
But there’s something in the way
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4. |
She's a Ghost
04:56
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Once, there was a time, it’s easy to forget because, we were out of our minds
And she was mine, but sometimes I regret because, she could cut like a knife
And she was ice, think I should forgive because, in my mind she’s a child
And like a clown, into the ground we fall
Marionettes, silhouettes, there is nothing left inside
And we fall like dominoes
Take away one pill and it comes crashing down
With cracks in the ground, I tumble on, she’s a waterfall
Rivers of intentions sinking in the sand
Everything goes
Coast to coast
She’s a ghost
Once, there was an age, I wish I could forget because, we were acts on a stage
Walk the line, sometimes I regret because, I could not hear the chimes
In her eyes, she was upset because, in her mind she’s a child
And like a clown, into the ground we fall
Marionettes, silhouettes, statuettes, there is nothing left inside
We fall like dominoes
Take away one pill and it comes crashing down
With cracks in the ground. I tumble on, she’s a waterfall
Rivers of intentions sinking in the sand
When she’s at the wheel, I crumble down oh like dominoes
Take away my will and it comes crashing down
With cracks in the ground, I tumble on, she’s a waterfall
Rivers of intentions sinking in the sand
Everyone knows
Coast to coast
She’s a ghost
She’s a ghost
No one knows
She’s a ghost
No one knows
She’s a ghost
No one knows
Coast to coast
She’s a ghost
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Something is in my view
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6. |
I Think About My Mother
05:14
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Do you know depression? to be cold in your bones
Do you know regression? to have had, and be old
Do you know digression? to descend into voids
Do you know repression? just see some, but no whole
Seems this is recession
Emotions in suppression
Culminates frustration
Like try to bend something old
Do you know depression? to be cold in your soul
Do you know regression? to have had, and be old
Do you know digression? to decay into rot
Think I got old fashioned? not forget, be forgot
Seems this is recession
Emotions in suppression
Culminates frustration
Like try to bend something old
I think about my mother
I think I am a bother
I should be another
Be alive, not just bones
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Voight Kampff
09:18
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I saw you in a broken dream
I think
Or so
It seems
I caught myself lingering
What am I
Suppose
to feel
I tried to play a broken string
Seem cold
Inside
As it rings
I seems I’m lost in memory
I’m alone
Wake up
Time to die
As we cry
And the Eagles fly
I saw you ride a steel machine
Any day
You said
Over me
Your eyes was lit with gasoline
Anyone
You said
Anyone
Fans the flame
But just not me
Hear me when I call o’Lord
I’ve spent it all
The more I give the more I seem to crawl
How long will you ignore me Lord
I gave it all
I had it all
I’m gone
I met you in a broken dream
I think
Or so
It seems
Forgotten in a memory
I’m alone
Wake up
Time to die
And we cry
As the Eagles fly
Hear me when I call o’Lord
I’ve spent it all
The more I give the more I seem to crawl
How long will you ignore me Lord
I gave it all
The more I call the more my voice is gone
Save me when I fall o’Lord
My will is gone
The more I rise the more I lose my soul
I’m tired of myself o’Lord
I gave it all
I had it all
I’m old
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All This a Show
01:20
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We see, we know, all this, a show, the world, behold, look at you go
We feel, we flow, all this, must go, the world, behold, look at you go
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9. |
Look At You Go
03:30
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Girl, I see you there
I can tell, you try to hide your fear
In my mind, we are on a slide
But girl, you still look good yeah, by my side
Girl, there’s a light behind your eyes
It’s time to move forward, stop drinking poison brine
This is our vice, we’re still rolling the dice
It’s time to be bolder, time to makes foes a friend, and to make amends.
We see, we know, all this, a show, the world, behold, look at you go
We feel, we flow, all this, must go, the world, behold, look at you go
Such a carefree hurt
They say love, is blind, I like to roll in dirt
In my mind there’s a Frankenstein
This time I’ll make you really, come alive
Girl, should we stay in this game that we play
It’s time to grow older, time to let these things end
This is our vice, we’re still rolling the dice
It’s time to be bolder, time to make foes a friend, and to make amends
We see, we know, all this, a show, the world, behold, look at you go
We feel, we flow, all this, must go, the world, behold, look at you go
I’m dancing with my own shadow, thinking on what has been
If they say I can’t fly now, then I’ll just try to sing
In my mind there’s a boy who can, think of just happy things
Concentrate and reignite, its the same as having wings
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10. |
Think I'm a Lion
01:30
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A tiger
I’m fire
A lion
I’m a liar
I love you
And you love me
And we’ll be
A king and queen
A tiger
I’m fire
A lion
I’m a liar
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