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Jr. Eschatologist
02:32
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'Cause I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
You talk of riding in the desert on a horse with no name (no name)
If you think you'd do the same, you might be too deranged (too deranged)
With their boxes in their sockses through the castle it's maintained (maintained)
You look at all the writings and they might be rearranged (rearranged)
'Cause I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
Well if the proof is the pudding then the writings on the wall (on the wall)
The people in the halls know the hand of god will fall (god will fall)
Ask a man for the time just to see what's on his mind (what's on his mind)
But they already know
Check it yeah
'Cause I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
I'm a junior eschatologist I make my own grave (grave)
I make my own grave (grave)
The cycle is unchanged
Grave (grave grave grave)
Yes grave (grave grave grave)
Grave, grave (grave grave grave)
Yeah yeah (grave yeah)
Yeah yeah grave
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2. |
Red Blue Green
02:29
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You got that red blue green
Your pinkish hue
'Cause you're so sweet
When I'm you
Dreams in technicolor
There's color everywhere
It's dripping through her hair
She is a rainbow
She makes the moon glow
Won't you keep bringing me down
Won't you keep bringing me down
You got that red blue green
Your pinkish hue
'Cause you're so sweet
When I'm you
When she comes around here
She talks to me
And I'm bound here
And in the end she says this
Don't you forget
You've got a place to be now
Don't you forget
Everybody's waiting here
You got that red blue green (red blue green)
Your pinkish hue (It's a pinkish hue)
'Cause you're so sweet (She so sweet)
When I'm you (Baby just like you)
When I'm you
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3. |
Living Proof
02:29
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4. |
Wednesday
03:58
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Just like a flower
What do you care
Plenty exciting, there's
Angels in your hair
What you've told is wrong so
It's said and done
Count the hours
It's just for fun
Monday and Tuesday
Wednesday I love you babe
Thursday and Friday
Saturday hold on tight baby
Drip like a photo
What do you care
Plenty exciting, there's
Angels in your hair
You wanted to go, it's done
It's never wrong
Just count the hours
It's never fun
Monday and Tuesday
Wednesday I love you babe
Thursday and Friday
Saturday hold on tight baby
And then there's Sunday, Sunday
Sunday pretty Sunday
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday pretty Sunday
What you've told is wrong so
It's said and done
Count the hours
It's just for fun
Monday and Tuesday
Wednesday I love you babe
Thursday and Friday
Saturday hold on tight baby
And then there's Sunday, Sunday
Sunday pretty Sunday
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday pretty Sunday
All alone we talk a walk
Never hold me hold my arm
I don't know what day you come
All alone a raging storm
Yeah
Yeah
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Revelations
02:43
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Send out a letter to my friend
The one that they call Vipper N
He told me stories fantastical things
Tales of the ocean shore
And so I re-entered again
The word, have you heard
The most fabulous thing of it all
Is it's free
Look to the girl from afar
The one that they call morning star
Soon the things that you find
in your mind is it's all fallen apart
Till you know you've returned to the start
The word, have you heard
The most fabulous thing of it all
Is it's here
The word, have you heard
That it's strange, it's absurd
I got roots, undeterred
And the time that you find in the prime of your life
That's the word
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Pinwheeling
03:12
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In the time of your life you had gold you had spice were you there
You kept on your shelf what was best for yourself was that fair
Drifting along, just talking your time
When the old house was burned, and nothing was learned were you there
When the girl of your dreams came apart at the seams did you care
Taking from others but never from mine
Left on your own you were mean you were cold could you see
In the path of your wrath while you sat on your ass where you free?
Now that you're old and you life has been sold do you care
When you sent her away she old she got gray someone cared
Changing your face can't make it on time
When it dawned on the day you had something to say noone cared
When you finally changed but the world stays the same was that fair
Changing your face can't make it on time
Left on your own you were mean you were cold could you see
In the path of your wrath, well the one that you hurt it was me!
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