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Funguy
03:12
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I look around to locate where I am and where I've been. There's a ticket-stub still in my hand. Check the phone, I've twelve missed calls; I'll call back none of them at all. You're just not worthy of my time.
Whoa, I don't know what to do.
But, whoa, was last night so cool.
Tonight lets do it all again.
I don't wanna stop this sensation.
Lights cascade across my face, colors contrast unlike before. We laughed at nothing no one spoke. We ate this chocolate and felt new, can you hear the tune? To it I must stay true.
Whoa, I don't know what to do.
But, whoa, was last night so cool.
Tonight lets do it all again.
I don't wanna stop this sensation.
There's gotta be a way out x3
Whoa, I don't know what to do.
(There's gotta be a way out. Life was the butt of our joke)
But, whoa, was last night so cool.
(There's gotta be a way out. Life was the butt of our joke)
Tonight lets do it all again.
(There's gotta be a way out. Life was the butt of our joke)
I don't wanna stop this sensation.
All these lights burn so bright, and my eyes can't take that sight.
(There's gotta be a way out. Life was the butt of our joke)
I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do...
(There's gotta be a way out. Life was the butt of our joke)
Everything thing is pushing me closer to the edge!
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In This Space
03:16
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(V1: Doing final checks)
(V2: You have the all clear)
(V1: Copy that, preparing for lift off)
(V1: 3....2.....1)
(V2: What do you see out there.)
(V1: Nothing but empty sp- wait..I think i see something...what is that?)
A single blue bead floating out like a speck of dust
It wasn't 3 days ago that i felt i was stuck
Strap in, yeah strap in
This vessel carries with it something i can not replace
I can't replace.
Space, in this place I feel free to be who i want to be
In this place I feel free to be who i want to be
(V2: thats incredible i've never seen anything so pure)
(V1: My Manameters going off the charts!)
In this place I feel free to be who I want to be
(V2: Alright I'm priming the MMG now)
(V1: Yeah I'll start my approach)
I tell my friend to watch the wheel it has a mind of its own
we can't be deviating off of our course
Move on, Yeah move on this vessel carries with it something i cannot replace
I can't replace
(V2: You're going off course.. can you hear me? come in!)
(V1: I lost control of the ship i cant turn back)
(V2: Hold tight i'm overwriting your console)
Space, in this place I feel free to be who i want to be
In this place I feel free to be who i want to be
(V2: you're running into interference can you make it back to us
(V1: *static*)
In this place I feel free to be who i want to be
(V2: Im overriding your controls I think i got it)
(V1: systems are back I'm going home)
(V2: Starting landing procedures)
(V1: 1500 to surface)
(V2: i'm right behind you reversing trusters)
(V1: about to touch down landing in 3..2..1)
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Jasmine
02:41
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I travel on a distant road that winds along untraversed land. What got me started on this path will catch up with me in the end.
But I promised Jasmine I'd live to kiss her shining face again. There's nothing that I wouldn't give. To make sure she has everything she needs.
What is it I can do, before I am just a memory.
And so, that's why, I tried so hard to write these notes. A beacon calling out to all of those people who see life in black and white, when it's an ultraviolet spectrum of utter delight.
(lullaby riffing)
What is it I can do? I don't want to be a memory!
And so, that's why, I tried so hard to write these notes. A beacon calling out to all of those people who see life in black and white, when it's an ultraviolet spectrum of utter delight.
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Lucky Lady Gass
04:59
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I'm looking at you with these eyes. I know you're hurt, so let me love you.
A nose cold-pressed against your cheek. I only wish to kiss your ears and neck. A scorpion twist, just to feel your touch. The constant pressure of suffocation. I await close around your door; I'll hug real close behind your heels.
What a lucky lady gas can be. Spending days walking out in the sun.
Don't make too much noise when I come home late at night.
All I want is to speak and be heard. I know I'm young, but I'm strong too. Nothing's worse than being stuck in third, just because you don't know me too well. But, I have known you since I was born. An older brother to show me the ropes. Even though I don't wear it too well, I'm grateful for all that you've done.
What a lucky lady gas can be. Spending days walking out in the sun.
Don't make too much noise when I come home late at night.
This place I stay is called my home. These people here are my family. They don't always do what I like, but I still protect them with my life. Some times we all get carried away. I, for one, know that as true. No matter what I love you all. That's why I sleep by the door at night.
What a lucky lady gas can be. Spending days walking out in the sun.
Don't make too much noise when I come home late at night.
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Kingsmen
04:15
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I close my eyes to find a dream, but all I see are misconceptions.
Can I invest in a militia, when I've spend so long closed minded?
This silver tune may beckon me; at the sound I can not waiver.
Carry strong a sense of passion. Lets spread our roots and add our flavor.
Before I thought a path was hard, was when I was a solo player.
With discipline this crew did grow, and now we all are solemn players.
An herbal body with limbs outward bound, prove to me we can reach higher.
Spreading out the heart of what we found, proves to me we are the Kingsmen.
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O'rchard Saint Cloud, Florida
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