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Folly
02:06
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My mouth it taste like rum today.
I crawl into my own dismay.
Folly, my life it seems to be a dream consistently.
Where do I go when life's a show of laughs and pain from inch to grain sandwiched between the obsolete words of the old, guidance of gold.
Getting kind of numb.
Words are feeling plastic.
What we teach our kids, it's nonsense.
Folly, my life it seems to be a dream consistently.
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Little
01:13
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Little bird is on my shoulder speaking bout the older people who are wiser, how they ramble on.
Little guy inside my head now preaching bout my life how I could never get it but he rambles on.
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Head Games
01:52
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Tell me, is it true?
Have you gone away with him?
Sell me on a fake lie that seems so true.
Is that you playing with my head?
Faking talks to get me through.
Is this what you planned with me?
Is that you playing with my head?
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