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One Way Ticket To Mars
03:19
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We got a one way ticket to Mars
And we're not taking the kids
They used to have a future
At least we used to think they did
Say Hallelujah, we're not returning!
It makes no sound
As we watch the world burn down
We bought up all the land
And we replaced all the trees
Put rockets in the sky
To escape our own debris
Say Hallelujah, we're not returning!
It makes no sound
As we watch the world burn down
I'd rather stay right here
No greed or pain or fear
But we can't pay the rent
This land has all been spent
We got a one way ticket to Mars
But it ain't leaving any time soon
It might be a little too far
Could you just take us to the moon?
Please do not leave us, come retrieve us!
It's a harsh white sound
As the world burns down
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You left me here to die
Away your sails fly
Your cold meteorite
Lit the horizon
Green monsters in the deep
Keeping me from sleep
I fear I was getting weak
The end of my life come
She will not let me be
She got her hooks in me
And now I feel so empty
As she withers away
Strange explosions in the sky
Emotions in my eye
It's a cold and brutal night
But I don't need you
I'm living off the land
With all my little friends
There's no need to make amends
Coz we don't believe you
She will not let me be
She got her hooks in me
And now I feel so empty
As she withers away
Old night
Cold light
Away the sails fly
You left me here alone
You said make yourself at home
In the cold and dark abode
I was forever bleeding
Now I'm living off the land
With all my little friends
We don't need to make amends
Coz we don't believe you
She will not let me be
She got her hooks in me
And now I feel so empty
As she withers away
Old night
Cold light
Away the sails fly
Hold me
Scold me
Through the remains of life
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3. |
When You Call My Name
06:03
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Beat my heart against the bricks
For being unhappy
You bring stones and sharpened sticks
To my lament
I read life is just a game
That I could take away my pain
Without thinking about anything
Or anything but you
Now you're coming back again
Been hiding out from the rain
You say that you miss me
Well I miss you too
But I just don't want to play
That old game where you slip away
Each time that you kiss me
It cuts me in two
When you call my name
I won't come running
Anymore
When you call my name
I won't come running
Anymore
I put bets against this life
For being so crappy
I got battle-hardened bones
And whiskey breath
And if I haven't gone insane
You gotta have faith in this old brain
Despite the things
I said or didn't say
Now you're coming back again
Been hiding out in the rain
You say that you miss me
I miss you too
But I just don't want to play
That old game where you slip away
Each time that you kiss me
It cuts me in two
When you call my name
I won't come running
Anymore
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Picturebook Heroes
03:09
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Back in sepia days
I used to play
On a broken violin
But now it's 2087
And I cannot find my skin
Now we're all just ones and zeroes
We can all be picturebook hereos
But I still wish that you would just call me
I'm a binary man and I'm horny
Pitch-perfect tunes
An artificial moon
And a program for the sun
Whatever happened to your humanness
I believe you're still the one
Are you gonna break me out of this circular
Recursive sphere
Are you gonna dream me back into happiness
Away from here
My plastic dear
A string upon my bow
Projection of my lust
Animatronic wife
Floating out there on the mirage
Of this holographic life
Now we're all just ones and zeroes
We can all be picturebook heroes
Feels alright but I know it's garbage
I just wish someone real would love me
Are you gonna break me out of this circular
Recursive sphere?
Are you gonna dream me back into happiness
Away from here
Just me and you
My plastic dear
Back in sepia days
I used to play on a broken violin
But now it's 2087
And I cannot find my skin
Now we're all just ones and zeroes
We can all be picturebook hereos
I lie forever in a brand new morning
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Someone To See
02:43
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Policeman pulled me over in my car
I was driving 10 ks over the speed
He tested my breath
And sent me on my way
There was nowhere that I had to be
I was living on my own in the car
Too broke to go far
I just slept in the woods
Just like the birds in the trees
I gave up on having a life
At least the type they try to sell you on TV
It gets kinda lonely with no kids or a wife
Just a handful of friends I never see
Well I've worked so many menial jobs
They never do last
They're a thing of the past
I suppose that I must be free
Well I break the law when I steal from the store
To get myself something to eat
Someone already owns wherever I am
Or whatever I could once do for free
Well I feel I've had so many lives
But now they're all gone
I washed up in a storm
With nothing but my memories
Policeman pulled me over in my car
I was driving 10 ks over the speed
He tested my breath and sent me on my way
But it was nice to have someone to see
It was nice to have someone to see
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