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Unhappy Hour
02:39
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Open the door and inside you come, get yourself away from that taunting sun, this sanctuary is calling out your name, pull up a seat and wash away your shame, that's the name of the game. Lets get bitter, lets get sour, lets hunker down for unhappy hour. Come inside then vent your spleen, take your medicine then get lugubrious and mean, slur away in a vitriolic spray, then come back and do it the next day, its the only way. Lets get bitter lets get sour, lets hunker down for unhappy hour, lets get belligerent lets get dour, lets hunker down for unhappy hour.
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Membership Of One
02:18
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I come home and I can't resist, go on and give my arm a twist, on this friend I can depend and it is going down again. Years pass and I don't care, headphones on in my chair, taking in the weekend sun, getting creative, getting things done. I gave the whole world a snub, this is my anti social club, it has a membership of one , fall into bed when I am done. When I am really in the mood, I will consume it as opposed to food, put the remnants up on the shelf, put on a record and dance around by myself. I gave the whole world a snub, this is my anti social club, I don't have to see anyone, fall into bed when I am done
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Concerning Bulge
02:40
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I don't mean to be rude, but what is it that protrudes? I noticed it just by chance, I didn't want to but I took another glance. Concerning bulge I tried to ignore but I must indulge, can't deny it any more. Doing my best to not stare, but how the fuck did it get there? Then I found I could not look away, I think the bulge is here to stay Concerning bulge I tried to ignore but I must indulge, can't deny it any more.
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Make Yourself Useless
03:28
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Remain stupid, keep it vague, avoid your duties like the plague, do your best to fail the audition, feel free to invent a condition. Make yourself useless, someone else will clean up your mess, make yourself useless, someone else can deal with your stress. Can't do it, I'm down on my luck, so here I am passing the buck, I am a minus I'm not a plus, I'm making myself useless, Make yourself useless, someone else will clean up your mess, make yourself useless, someone else can deal with your stress, I guarantee you success when you make yourself useless.
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Sick Of It
02:18
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I woke up I was dripping with sweat but I was cold I was soaking wet, I can't get up I got the shakes, my head is aching and my whole body aches, how do I survive this beating, barely drinking and I'm not eating, stare at the clock ticking away, stare at the roof for 3 fucking days. I can't sleep, I twist and turn, a useless heap, I freeze then burn. The outside world just passes by, I am inert wondering why I'm left dormant on my back waiting for the next attack, Close my eyes and hallucinate, why am I in this state?
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Trunk Swig
02:55
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The car is parked, the street is dark, no one can see you or me, its going down, no ones around so get grip and tilt it to your lips, still we hide. this sly imbibe, clandestine, doesn't touch the sides. This is how low we've sunk, here we are swigging from the trunk. Its going down and it burns, pass it round taking turns. This is how low we've sunk, here we are swigging from the trunk.
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Pocket Of Oblivion
02:28
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What is going on in there? I am a little bit scared, about looking deep inside, seems like a good place to hide, what is your little mystery?, not sure if I want to see, something lurking really deep, something that I don't want to keep. How can you keep on living in your little pocket of oblivion? I'm not one to pry and prod but this is a little bit odd. How can you keep on living in your little pocket of oblivion?
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Dishevelled Heap
03:17
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He reads til dawn, then he yawns, he rubs his eyes, at the sun rise, facts fill his head, then he goes to bed, won't move again til 2pm. Dishevelled heap, he needs his sleep. He can't be moved, he made a groove, sleeps all day, that is his way, don't dare disturb, there'll be harsh words, tip toe past, do it quiet and fast. Dishevelled heap, he needs hi sleep.
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