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Roller Three
03:56
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Wishing it was burned out
I speak with my head down
It never went that way for us
And you site your hand as my thing
Above
My hands recite; you decide
You stop by reaching for the soulder wire
I hear you’re waiting for a number on the dice
(Roll a three, the same as us)
Just watch me stare at the sink
I pull the plug and run
But you agreed to keep that saw in mind
I stand inside, stored alive
You couldn’t reach me, I run for my life
I can’t escape it, saw a number on the dice (I wouldn’t dare)
When I’m done staring at the
Boarded up door and lock
But it’s all I find
I’ll stay to watch the salt form in mine
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.point Scatter
04:26
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Fifty-seven over one
You caught me stuck to the wall
As you watched the hole burn
Sixteen strings input at once
It’s my fault
That the conduits rot
And while you’re ripping it off
I knew I ran out of luck
Sections pushed in through the front
Chewing pictures off the floor
Systems break every two months
Arms bent backwards
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