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You Slay Me
03:28
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Black holes emit tones 50 staffs below c
Floating through space would you think about me?
With your brain squeezed to mush by the force pressing down
I'd still drive by your house, I'd still move to your town
Cause you slay me, you fool
Obey me, you fool
I'll submit to your rule
And I'll drown in your pool
There's a place far away where a cave sits alone
On the roof is a bat, on the floor is a stone
On the wall is a drawing, I once made of you
Where your hair is on fire and your eyes on fire too
You slay me, you fool
Obey me, you fool
Enroll in my school
Please tell me that I'm cool
In my top dresser drawer is a tiny wooden box
All its hinges are gone and there's rust in the locks
If you opened it up, darling here's what you'd find
All our thoughts, dreams, and truths tangled up and entwined
I'm not bitter at all
I'm not lonely you see
All I want is your love
All I give is this plea
Cause you slay me, you fool
Obey me, you fool
All I want is your love
All I want is your love
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Workers In The Mine
02:40
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There's workers in the mine and they can't get out
There's workers in the mine with a job to do
Cause their moms want kids and it's just not fair
Gotta get those workers outta there
There's workers in the mine, you don't know them well
But they're red blooded American boys trapped in a cold black hell
There's worker's in the mine, they could be your son
But not unless we reconnect the tunnel so they can come
For love we cut the tie, for love we tie it back
If we can't get them out through the tunnel
We'll blow a hole through the sack
Because the ceiling's caving in and everyone's getting older
And you've been in this mine far too long
But no you are not forgotten, though many of us were blind
Thought we didn't want children but then we changed our mind
There's workers in the mine and they can't escape
The tunnel's out but it's time to evacuate
There's worker's in the mine and they could be your friends
But not until the we repair vas deferens
There's workers in the mine, but the workers are alone
The work is never done, until our brothers come back home
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The Scorcerers
00:54
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A snow field of bones
A cross made of thunder
The gristle in my mill
Is the sound of destruction
We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers
We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers
We are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers, are the sorcerers
are the sorcerers are the sorcerers are the sorcerers
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