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out of my skull
03:03
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i’m pushing myself up out of my skull and i know i got a long way to go/the light from above surrounds me and i hear voices but all i can see is the skin of my scalp being pushed out as i force me up out of me
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from in the grass
03:41
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remember all those days it was just us lying in the grass on drugs?/we’d stare through the tree shaking in the wind as the neighbors whispered “what’s with them, anyway?”/the drugs ran out, you moved away, some men came by took down the tree and drove it away/the high, you, and that tree are gone but i still stare from in the grass into the air anyway
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other things
03:07
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you can sit all alone with yourself or get out in the stream just to see what it’s about/you can seek ‘til you find it’s all just laughter and never mind what came before or what’s comin after
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dig a little light
02:39
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he picked up the shovel lay it in my hands said “start digging” but i didn’t understand when he said “down here is all you’ll ever be but if you keep digging you might dig a little light in you”/i still hold the shovel but it looks like his hands these days when i look down and now i understand why he said “down here is all you’ll ever be but if you keep digging you might dig a little light in you”
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i once walked
03:14
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how can i remember things i have forgot? how can i gain what i have lost? why can’t i see what’s in front of me? where am i headed? where ought i be?/i once walked years ago heading where i didn’t know grasping at hands smiling in eyes burning holes in my mind/here i am at the bottom of this hole i been diggin since i don’t know but it must have been years ago cuz all i see is dirt and it’s getting old
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i was sitting all alone outside your home one morning/you came outside with sleep in your eyes looking for me/as you stood in the way of the door you said “come inside and get high with me”
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belong here too
02:47
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want you out in a field to feel how it feels but i ain’t makin demands stand where you wanna stand/want you under the trees there on those leaves branches and stone i want you in my home/want you by the riverside as it all washes by to feel like you belong here too
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gathered in the past
03:12
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fallen leaves when i was young made me wonder how come nothing stays i’d gather em up and lose em again/if given a chance to gather again i know i’d lose em again/tell you how it is i know it’s cuz i’ve done this all before and i know nothing lasts cuz i’ve gathered in the past
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when it's time
02:31
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you oughta talk to your family see what they want but you ought not let it haunt you when they say “what are you doing with your life? and where will you go when it’s time?”/their words are a shadow hangin over you but you know you don’t have to pull em through as you go on remember it’s only a ride you can get off on the other side
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come home
03:11
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everything is all alright everything is all ok it’s all all alright i’ll find what i need someday in another life when i find myself out of my mind
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nooth hing tapes & sounds Austin, Texas
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