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Thermostat
02:59
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She's in love with the light
It puts her to sleep at night
And she's afraid of the monsters under her bed
She fell in love with a boy
Some naive sex to enjoy
And she's afraid that his lies will get to her head
So she says...
I've got to check my thermostat
Before I have a heart attack
Before the cold gets to my head
Better heat up this igloo, before I'm dead
Well he fell in love with a song
But he turns the radio off
Cause he's afraid to leave florida for good
So he comes to his home
An igloo in the snow
And he's afraid that he might freeze to death
So he weeps, so he screams...
I've got to check my thermostat
Before I have a heart attack
Before the cold gets to my head
Better heat up this igloo, before i'm dead
And we'll miss you andrew robinson...
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Persia
04:29
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Please don't mind the fright.
Please don't mind the fright.
Please don't mind the night.
Please don't mind the night.
How long has it been?
How long has it been?
How long must i live?
How long must i live?
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In the dead of the night
Or in the warmth of the sun
You could hide
And hope that they dont find
What your running from
You could live underground
Give yourselves new names
Pretend to be
People you've never met
You'll never see
In the dead of the night
Or in the warmth of the sun
You could run
And pray that your son
Won't give you away
Well you could live underground
Give yourselves new names
Pretend to have
A shred of love in you, anything
All of your friends are, all your friends are gone
Everything you thought was lost, will find a way
All your friends are taken
All your friends are gone
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Blood
03:18
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Well I gotta have alot of love for you,
and you gotta have alot of love for me too.
Well I gotta take a little chance with you,
and you gotta take a little chance with me too.
Well I gotta have alot of love for you,
and you gotta have alot of love for me too.
Yeah I'm gonna spill alot of blood for you,
and you gotta spill alot of blood for me too.
Our blood is one.
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Trash Compactor
03:27
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It appears as if, the sky is going to fall on our heads
So we'll run, let's run, into this trash compactor, where we can feel safe
It pushes us down, becoming one with the soil in the ground
So then, we may grow, and pray this canopy will shade our days.
I create worlds, with the ink of my pen
entire civiilazations, their dreams and dialect
I'll make them wage wars, and kill the ones they love
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Kasseldown
05:20
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Mirrors are magazines
Reflections are TV screens
Creatures are sprouting feet
Out of an anicent sea
Humans are learning how to fly
Higher than Fred and I
Dreams are made out of earth and blood
Fear is formed out of a flood
Hate is given by a single God
Love is formed in all of us
And in the end I think ill try
To take yours instead of mine
20 tanks from Kasseldown
Suspicions are chained and bound
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