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Believe Meigh
03:32
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As I breathe. Lean back.
Kick up my feet.
Playback Proceeds.
Back to a place more like a space.
A small funny girl with simple taste.
When time was a thing that we could waste.
Quickening heart quickening pace.
Your comment on my face, it put me in my place.
I'm like
“How could she fall for me?”
And I'm so clumsy, you're so cute and gutsy
Is this just temporary?
Don't know what you see in me-
andering streams.
Flashback! More like a dream.
With dark colored hair and skin like cream.
Back when things would get all hazy.
I'm usually so lazy, but girl you amaze me.
And I'm like
“She's the only one for me.”
And when she's beside me, so long to the shy me
Is this just momentary?
Cuz I don't know what she see's in me
So believe, ya got to believe, you got to believe in me.
Ya got to believe, ya got to believe, you got to believe in me-
teor showers.
Us both. Smelling like flower
Lemonade sweet and yet so sour.
Tick-tock. Take back the hour.
I got to leave now, I wanna leave now, and yet I don't know when or how.
Cuz when I get shaky, those days you can't wake me.
I say “It's fleeting baby”
But I know you don't believe in me.
So please, ya got to believe. Believe in me.
Believe, ya got to believe, believe in me.
Believe. Ya got me so high, got me so high, so high.
High, ya got me so high, ya got me so high.
I don't even think I can rhyme.
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Neon Jetpack
04:48
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So it's time for you and me and humanity to unite and set sail for the stars above.
But I wonder if we'd spread guns germs and steel or
if we'd spread the feeling, the feeling of love?
Four score and twenty years from now, I hope, I guess, you could say that I have a dream.
That all our colors blend into one as we drop the gun and escape from the gravity
of the sun.
And I've got no clue and neither do you about how this all came to be or what to do.
Old ideologies, they befuddle me, melt our gray matter minds into a blackened stew.
And we've got nothing to fear for sure, except the fear
that we've conjured ourselves.
We should open our minds, lay our differences aside, draft up the designs
for something new.
You may say that I am a dreamer but I can't be the only one,
because after all we're all human and we all just want to have
a little fun.
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So open up, your mind.
Purposely ponder your point of view before you decide
Rearrange the the contents inside.
And I don't know if my crazy ways are just cloudy days or not.
Is it the person or the pot? I forgot.
Something, is what I'm not. (I'm just a handmade robot)
I'm just a copy from a stencil.
Just a dull, number two pencil.
A dull number two pencil.
Just a dull number two pencil.
Eraser, rub me out.
Meander and weave work with what you receive and pick a route.
And I don't know if the sky is really blue after all.
If we're spinning on a ball, why do things fall?
The view from the top of the tree makes me feel awfully small.
And I can't tell your intentions.
You can't create your own dimensions.
I can't tell your intentions.
I can't pay fucking attention.
Attention.
The tension.
The tension.
The tension.
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4. |
Lost Boy (Bonus Track)
04:21
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Even though I want to I don't know if I can
Even though it's written down it's not much of a plan
Even though it feels like my dreams are slowly slipping through my hands
Dying trying to resist the strife of life and its demands
I guess I'm okay with time, its irreversible decay
As I lay, fully at a loss for words or what to say
Even though I'm floating the current is quite strong
Even though I'm rowing, the direction feels so wrong
Do I cast my anchor in a port where I don't feel like I belong?
The water isn't deep, do I take a leap or let the boat just scrape along?
Tongue tied as I'm looking back I wonder if I tried.
Eyes wide, the boy who was a wolf but never cried
Soy sauced and I wonder as I wander if I'm lost
The game tossed and I'm fumbling to calculate the cost
Permafrost melting from the heat and fumes of the exhaust
Eyes glossed to all the bridges that were burned but never crossed
Eyes glossed to bridges that I burn but never cross
All the bridges that I burn but never cross
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