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SPK
02:14
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Seapunk kid!
Lost at sea,
underwater,
seapunk kid, help me breathe.
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Outdoor Elevator
03:54
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I, I wanna go with a friend who lies
in that way that makes you feel alright.
I wanna sing on a garden bench.
In my daydreams, your voice is in that scene too.
I, I wanna go with a friend who cheats
at the games made to make life mundane.
I wanna dance on a garbage heap,
in my daydreams, your moves are in that scene too.
***
I, I wanna go with some friends like yours
out of doors—oh, what a magic crew.
We step outside and the lift arrives,
asking, 'what's next for us to get into?'
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3. |
Bierstadt
03:07
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You're breaking the moon apart from the night.
I'm falling like your meteorite.
I'm waking in June, the June of my life.
I'm starving from new, new appetites.
Even in this gloom, ah who'm I kidding?
I can't fake it.
Life's a painting and you
can't trace it.
What's this feeling?
I can't place it
oh how does one know?
Moons won't glow.
Time won't flow.
Cheeks won't blush.
Gates won't rust.
[Files won't save.
Sines won't wave.]
You bloom like a moth from a cocoon.
I bloom like the light from a new moon.
Even in this gloom, ah who'm I kidding?
I can't fake it.
Life's a painting and you
can't trace it.
What's this feeling?
I can't place it.
Was I feeling low?
Moons won't glow.
Time won't flow.
Cheeks won't blush.
Gates won't rust.
[Files won't save.
Sines won't wave.]
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4. |
Surfing Graves
02:45
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Em C F# Am
Em C F# Am
Em C F# Am
Em C F# Am
Em C F# Am
Em C Adim F#dim E
Am F C G#
A E F C B7 Dm6
E C F# A
E C F# A
E C F# A
E C Adim F#dim E
Am F C G#
A E F C B7 Dm6
E C F# A
E C F# A
E C F# A
E C Adim F#dim D#dim Cdim Adim Cdim D#dim F#dim
Esus4 Esus2 E
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ITF
04:25
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Waiting for the world to end,
waiting on my only friend,
even if I am alone,
it’s totally fine.
I know our timing is cursed,
unrehearsed,
at least we met,
though our fate is set.
Waiting for the world to end,
waiting on my only friend,
even if I am alone,
it’s totally fine.
It’s like we’re writing a verse,
in a book,
destined to burn.
Hey, I know the world is ending,
but maybe if you think it’s still even possible,
we, well, you know...
I know our timing is cursed,
unrehearsed,
at least we met,
though our fate is set.
Waiting for the world to end,
waiting on my only friend,
even if I die alone,
it’s totally fine.
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