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Fortune Cookies
01:22
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Hope for the best but prepare for the worst
An admirer is too shy to meet you
Clear your mental, emotional, and psychic space
And you'll see, you will see
People find it difficult to resist your persuasive manner
Trust him, but keep your eyes open
You may fall into a spell of shininess
Don't buy it, don't buy it
You will soon be involved in many gatherings and parties
An old love will come back to you
You will always have good luck in your personal affairs
Beautiful things await you
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Finances
01:00
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I can't think of the words to say
Banana chair and tambourine
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Bad Driver
02:57
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I go without the giant pain
Of driving on the western plains
That hold this road on which I see no end
With or without all your help
I put my anger on the shelf
That comes from being on this winding road
The gas gauge says "You're almost done
And once I'm gone you'd better run
For you might find some harm on this eerie stretch"
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Heart of Boysenberry Pie
02:42
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Twist and turn your narrow bones for me
I don't mean half the words I speak
So take a paper and a pen
Write a poem of how you love me. You love me, you do
The diamonds you spend all of your money on
Are nice when I'm wearing one of my fancy gowns
Otherwise, you're just one of my many outfits
You belong in my closet, you do
You've a heart of boysenberry pie
So much sugar packed inside
And although it doesn't try to be
Sugar's unhealthy, so stay away from me
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Springtime
02:15
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The tinting of the windows
Can't keep eyes away
We all know something's up
Not like nothing as they say
The garden's full of flowers
And the sky's full of rain
They say they hope it stays a liquid
Ice would be a pain today
The watchman at his station
The kids all in a school
Lifting their lead pencils
Disobeying the golden rule
The singing of a cardinal
Flows to my ears
Preaching melodic hope
And then it just disappears
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Samuel, you're losing your sanity
Don't you point that slimy finger at me
I didn't kick the poodle
It was Judah
Aunt Alice, you displaced that dog
Don't try to lie about it, you're in the wrong
I didn't kick the poodle
It was Judah
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Help Me, Suzy
02:18
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Help me, Suzy
I'm on the bathroom floor
Race across the bedroom
Pull yourself through the goddamn door
I can't stand the falling anymore
I miss when I could walk out the door when I wanted to
Just open the door for grandma
And you will be happy
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Ethan's Song
02:13
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I don't want to go to school today because I
Have to sweep the deck and paint my toenails bright
Colors like lime green, orange, and anything but white
At least I'd like the sun up; it's still the dead of night
I don't want school
Meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep
I want to throw my alarm at the wall and sleep
I should not throw my comforter in a big heap
But sleep deprivation is getting the best of me
I don't want school
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Duck Trash Bloomington, Indiana
I'm 19 and attending Indiana University to study sustainability. Been making music most of my life.
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