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Detective Fiction
03:01
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His voice carries through the kitchen
We’re going out right? What’s the plan?
The den is dense with definitions
Someone left them out again
While she’s lyin on the sofa
I’m lying through my teeth
I’m making points like I got quotas
Got no discretion when I speak
It’s just detective fiction
It’s just detective fiction
She’s reading through the whole damn bookshelf
I hope one word would leave the page
He’s asking why we’re not out searching
“Come on man grow up act your age”
So now we’re canvassing the theaters
Like nowhere else we’d rather be
Grippin intentions like they’re heaters
Through alleys chasing every lead
It’s just detective fiction
It’s just detective fiction
It’s just detective fiction
It’s just detective fiction
She hides a wire in my shirt
He’s taking paid time off of work
I’m snapping photos from afar
We’re in the back seat of her car
He’s taping hair on every door
She’s scratching codes into the floor
I’m only going out at night
I’m thee most anxious boy alive
I’m freaking out
I’m getting drained
Can’t see the picture just the frame
He’s taking heat
He’s getting pressed
She leaves my room now to get dressed
He’s getting followed through the dark
She knows the end but not the start
I know the how but need the why
We need a drink
We’re feeling dry
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2. |
El Dorado
02:32
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Not quite milling around
so much as pacing
I’m full of wonder
Like I’m wondering where the day went
Lost to the mystery
Science fiction fantasies
And fretting everything
From cancer, useless college degrees
I guess that’s stressed out
But that’s not new it seems
My doctor told that some trouble could be good for me
Go on kid freak out
Just let your hair down
And I got it cut
But I don’t think that’s what she’s talking about
Not quite seizing the day
so much as searching
I’m listening, lazy, listless
Hoping that it’s working
But the mouth that helps me breath
Tells the eyes that kinda see
That city distant clouded
Shimmering out there hiding from me
The silhouette light
the golden effigy
Is standing silent alright
Cutting through the misery
It’s always alright
It’s always there to be
and someday one day I’ll just figure what exactly that means
And I’ll get on by
Till the end of the rainbow
and I’ll boldly ride
Till I find El Dorado
And I’ll get on by
Till the end of the rainbow
and I’ll boldly ride
Till I find El Dorado
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X-Ray
01:46
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Ears like radar, eyes like X-ray
Ears like radar, eyes like X-ray
Ears like radar, eyes like X-ray
Ears like radar, eyes like X-ray
You got a cute face
You’re always running away ok?
You’re always running away
Ok
Hands like sandpaper, feet like drums
Hands like sandpaper, feet like drums
Hands like sandpaper, feet like drums
Hands like sandpaper, feet like drums
Fuck this I’m done
I’m done
You’re always coming my way ok?
You’re always coming my way
Ok
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