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We said that nothing could come between us
Tears no more to a degree
We were just bored enough to write songs
And naturally no one comes out to see us play
They connect to a degree
But won't outlast the two of us
It's like combining what you like
It's combined if you let us die
It's combined if you let us tonight
We can combine ourselves if you let us
We remember our old place when
We said goodbye
And we say if you let us Then I'm confessing
And If you leave us Coming up together
I should listen Can't be defined by what's right tonight
Come in between it Where sympathy is made
We're combining all your letters
And there's something new So write this down
But I'm not concerned You aren't either
I just let it Now it's completely
Outta my hands and outta the way
You'd come and tell lies everyday
But I just died To like it so this time
To like Despite Your life
If you don't give us The space we like
The space we need to write
The space we like
You never gave me space that day
So we needed to cut ties
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Studying up on what's forever lost
Lets come up this censored way
Making sure that some of us wait
Turning some of us into your kind
I just might let the fourteen out
Is that what caused this?
We let the best get untied
I just might
Lift up the light up
It's for the cause
Yes I just might let the fourteen out
Try to set the center out of centimeters
Try to separate you from the separators
Somehow operate this for the operator
Operate us Then I just might
Let them out calm
Tell the operator I should see it
Come on operator
Yes I just might let the fourteen out
Yes I just might let the fourteen out
Ya I just might Ya I just might
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Do you compute? Come with or sans me later.
Don't you commute? You don’t this just suits ya.
Its the future all together, (don’t need to compute)
Your eyes turn over from red to black turn them off (die compute)
You say it's over but never press enter.
Send the switch Im only login by seven then turn it on later.
Calling in the darkness that surrounds you. (JSON compute)
Computer sufferer where's your confidence now? (die compute)
Eyes red it's all from that guy's weird behavior (die compute)
Remember when I guessed your password, pressed enter then
You kicked in your computer.
Spend less time hitting enter
The less distance we get our thoughts to ourselves
Computer reactor - (die compute)
Do you want to know anything? (die computer)
You don't want to enter this connnection
Do you know how to ping computers? Well, I do. Now I do.
This one time , when I get the syntax just right
Ill watch you Die thru the computer (Die in the computer now)
Pics of him wearing fucked-up looking tiny sunglasses (we all had a laugh jajaj)
Attention youre both fighting for the center of it(die to the computer)
Im actually still logged on, backspace then I press enter
Turn off the Computer , look how much time I saved ya
die compute die computer, logging you off from my new terminal, ahh
Booting up the computer , damn wheres the time gone now?
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Try to deviate but it's all the same
I won't talk about the differences in our lives
Until you complete it
I simply was there to bear it and a witness to it
I know just what it's like to ever
Sink forever if I should ever find you
Now you're terrified to talk about me
I bet it gets harder there without me
I know just what it's like without it
Although I've given it up long before you
I can't face the past together
I wouldn't be surprised if you re-entered
I wish you would just come in and say
"That's all over, that was the worst mistake,
I fucked-up this time, I realized that as time moved on.
Take me back I've learned your the only thing
I could ever trust.
You must!"
But I replied,
"Not by your one's and zero's could ever trust
Honestly is something wrong with you?
You can't tell the truth if it's the last thing you do on earth
You can't hideaway in your darkest place
I've ever seen.
No TV. Ugly windows, black curtains old dirty studio,
sirens blaring all night what a fucking nightmare for you
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I am featured, can't do it to us.
Left them serrated in the dust.
How can this be? If I am so let it
Can this be justice poetic?
That's how we feel, as sweet as it's hot.
Touching hearts I might get mines all connected.
Honestly I cannot be seen
Considering your source of information
What's it look like from up above?
Same as below? I don't know.
I don't care cos I'm not there
He's yours now, it's kinda unfair cos
I'm the best and I cannot be beat
It's written on your face
It's all over. All over for you
Can't get over, constricted
Don't need it, it don't suit us
It's all over, could have seen it
Don't need you to come all over
Come all over, coming for you
I've got the answer, I'm past all distant.
That's the way I cannot play the field
I cannot play it's all too real
Honestly I don't want you back
I cannot say you were never ever there
You're all over, touching from a distance.
I don't know you I never did
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It's all connected
The times I was there you must have been there
All that's required is my hands released
Your heart won't let it come to me
I won't let you take it with me
Heart's collected cannot be seen
That's between you and me
Honest words connect to me
Connect to say it connected to sell it
Hearts will let us be on the TV
Hearts selector for you and me
Hearts selected recount on the tv
Computers save it computers save it
Cold transition Radio transmission
I just like it bonus words
Kill these worlds my own two worlds.
Honestly there cannot be nothing like it
Honestly I'd choose these words
Come in next time It takes you to beat it
Honestly we've got too much world
Too much world for life's creations
Our reaction is our reaction
God Displayed up onto the tv
To the tv to the tv
Honestly tonight
Honestly it's hard to be honest tonight
Hey
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This description of our world put us up
The two of us together
I've made some promises to keep you unbalanced
Because you're very light
Still, it's all meaningless without the brains
to understand (so try to keep up...)
But this playlist will cover it all
And all you need to be entitled to it
are these own words while you stay in your lanes
in cars made of metal.
And off we ride as we like to ride
Red lights, yellows, we blow through them all
We also make babies that rip the strips right off this world
We're all forming bios with letters
in different combinations of units and numbers
It's only human to want to license us (and everything)
But we keep growing stronger, and we're on the move
Because there's nowhere else to put us (yet)
We're running out of earth, driving the highways
In our meaningless cars...
Until we die.
It's all suspended out on the highways
fighting traffic we can't go around.
We sit in traffic lights that guide us
to where we live and stay way across town.
There's speed and rages.
So, I call my wife and tell her to
Just reheat my dinner.
Cos I'll be staying later in the office
Waiting until traffic dies..
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8. |
Track 8, Oh Boy
02:53
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I just went to her in despair
And I just don't know what to write
And she just told me what to say
And I just don't know what to say
I kept on about today
I can't utter what to name us
I cant know just what to say
I can't know just what to say
I can't know just what to say
And it's not one to us
Goddamn it's no one but the two of us
Goddamn we're not one in the same no
It's totally destroyed huh
If it's harder or better
It makes no different but I can't let her
All I've seen is the called-off scene
All I've seen is the called-off scene
Adding or subtraction
The difference is trivial like sentences
I just need this poor poetic
I just need this constant anger
He's just poetic
I just need his company
Official like transitional figures
Can this be this operator
Can I destroy like he can destroy?
Deviated by obscenities
And the circumstances of the pinions and the seatbelts
Honestly I'm not afraid
it's part of my attired
It's kinda my attire
Recreated suit needs
Planning to hide our information like pants
Hiding penises
Ejaculation time like penises
Can this be our only silver lined
Can this be the situation
Can this be our monetary might
Planets continuing to make solitary light
Heaven despises the seatbelts
You take me to Isolated monetary worth
contrary to us
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I just went I just went
Call us in despair
Ask me before the night
Asked me to many times
I agreed that was before
1992
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10. |
The Encounter
03:05
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The Encounter
Haunts America
Encounter us
Marked the beast
Sick and sunk
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I/O access I'll tutor ya how Admin works with super rulers.
I submask into the log disks of new computers
I dont want to tutor ya I just want this new computer
I dont want this tool to find cunning ways into computers
I justed wasted to much time
Subneting, corrolating
I just hate to tutor but look Im connected to two computers
I waited too long wasting time on computers
Wasted time on you
How plain, it suits ya I would say
I did this to your computer
Now I need a tutor I need some oxygen
Total complacent Im complacent
I am a suitor selling sex and new computers
I can enter into your new computer
jajajja ohh hooo jejjeje
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