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Human
04:18
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I'll make this mess just to clean it up
Spill over heads with the second cup
I never looked for tidy or wanted to finish it up
I've heard the warning and it isn't enough
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'll take the sweetness you won't stomach and salt the veins
Let the thought of it spill again just to carry the stain
I'll overstate the damage and come clean again
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'm telling in freedom and yelling about what I found
It's telling that makes me, that is selling the sound
It's not that I'm different, yes I am the same
With trouble seeing past what you'd expect me to see
It's not that I'm different yes I am the same
With trouble learning beyond what it means to me
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'm telling in freedom, yelling about what I found
It's telling that makes me, that is selling the sound
It's not that I'm different, yes I am the same
Call me human, blame me again
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Spinning for Shape
04:28
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Arms held up clapping for your flickered hands
Each place I reach let me be there just as much as I could plan
And you're on the ground I could
Looking for me and where I land
I'm on an eye-lit voyage
I am spinning for shape
The bottom is lifting
And the balloon will take
Flames to the air, we'll be lighter than our surroundings
Higher than all your favourite clouds
Aiming right, still caught in my middle man
Who is this other one I'm meant to be
Time with you is slender brittle
And you never know enough
I'm on an eye-lit voyage
I am spinning for shape
The bottom is lifting
And the balloon will take
Flames to the air, we'll be lighter than our surroundings
Higher than all your favourite clouds
Flames to the air, when we're lighter than our surroundings
Higher than those unwavering clouds
In the imaginary memory
And your patient hands
Your words made hollow
By this silver sand
I'm on an eye-lit voyage
I am spinning for shape
Flames to the air, we'll be lighter than our surroundings
Higher than all your favourite clouds
Flames to the air, till we're lighter than
Glide on through all your favourite clouds
Flames to the air, we'll be lighter than our surroundings
Higher than your most dangerous clouds
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Nothing but Everything
04:09
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Carol, we've got a new arrival, you said it's your first grey hair
And you named it after me
After all, there'll be no more survival, no overturn revival
No turtle here to blame, now disintegration came
To be there
Is nothing but everything
Over rocks, we're grieving for the spinal, harder fragile truth
To change that water, to clean a missing tooth
Like Milka's tears we're filling with an empty
Kind of loss for what we never had in you
To be there
Is nothing but everything
What we've found is hiding in the memory
And underneath the sound
Turtles won't disintegrate but they do waiting well
To be there
Is nothing but everything
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What's left to be
03:46
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Did you ever discover just where we'd be
If I was ever to give you everything
Ooooo
Everything means nothing but how we'd act
Once we uncovered what we can't take back
Ooooo
And what's left to be made of.
Everyday in a hurry I am the sea
Trying to spill inside of me
You're a visitor often for me to be
The help that's in you if I ever need
Oooo
Are you the kind that gets crowded
by the ideas you hadn't found
Do you feel less than what's left to be made of
Did you ever discover just where we'd be
If I was ever to give you everything
Everything
Is nothing
Less than
What you mean to me
Oooo
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