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Ayfere, freeport, the bahamas
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,023
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Ayfere / Presser
Uploaded
November 20, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:24
Lyrics
It WAS too weird,
Too powerful,
Two good to be true.
many ways, remind me of you
11
My heart beats,
Can you hear the squeeks?
Once strained, can it be expected to release?
I cant complain, like It should,
Passed an invisible line,
Between stressful, and good,
CAN i REcover, will this effect my brain,
Is it all still flowing upon the same,
The steady pushing out under my chest,
How is this muscle never given a rest,
To the reds, we are so deaf
It plays parts only in metaphors and the mess
Brick by Stone, Roof by stealing,
Feeling, an interpretation, dealing,
Upon the prosper of perspective, wielding,
A mighty. Deed, minds broke, needs, healing
43
Obviously... I know we do it,
Know I fixed nothing quick ,
Know the problem was a trick,
To distract me from the kicks,
That were self dealt, cried for
Get help, what’s the drive for,
Skies bright from the tired,
Who are speaking to see anything required,
Sink the chains into the tires,
Spinning, Don’t rotate us pliers,
before the whole earth moves and inspires,
A spark of recognition, Silly spires,
Hitting peaks, and dropping back weeks,
Later in advance for a second chance,
Move the career, to deny the advance,
I'd carry it all, move and prance,
If we weren’t originally denied the dance,
Because the feelings felt no hands,
To point towards peace, feet ran,
Defeating the lifestyle towards the meek,
Creations Bleak, as destructions at the peak,
Help me speak, carry the tune on a pretty stack of lines,
The feelings fine, as we streak towards a standard Im'
ME? Who the hell are you, chose to peruse upon a groove,
Sticking structured glue upon a board goon,
Nobody may move, a statement may be made,
Trapped everyone in the invisible cage,
Lets play, Hide and seek, go in a meadow,
While you remain a shadow of a fellow,
Who I may have met a few years back,
Carrying on with the contact,
Pen marks shared upon the ink scraps
1:48
My heart beats,
Can you hear the squeaks?
Once strained, can it be expected to release?
I cant complain, like It should,
Passed an invisible line,
Between stressful, and good,
CAN i REcover, will this effect my brain,
Is it all still flowing upon the same,
The steady pushing out under my chest,
How is this muscle never given a rest,
To the reds, we are so deaf
It plays parts only in metaphors and the mess
Swish and tap, make the leather sing,
Sinking Slowly into its circular metal ring,
Fly for this! Continue to die in chorus,
For paranoia, destruction, and more riffs,
Create such a specific chore, then - its!
drift
What is this driven by, steam and dreams,
Pumping chunks of paper, through the seams,
Reversed osmosis, completing a painful mitosis,
Good feeling, just stresses this muscle, float it,
Continue to muster the bustle, into packages,
Roped down the earth, Where are the ones stacking it?
For everyone's vibrations the impact, and sound,
Moving quicker, with the heat, the demonstration ive found,
That proves excitement, across the lakes, and wheels that i bound,
Boiling Crisps among the crown, making others bow down,
Towards this statement, every single way must make,
I hate this, its a vendetta, to help others lose face,
2:54
Two fists that quake slip and shout, sealing my fate,
I break down, suddenly,
as I go to TAKE whats infront of me,
Two eyes of steel blue,
and this infactuation with you,
But not really, quick to lie, regret, but first step,
Is to appreciate this silver liquid in its dependable nest,
So I break down, spew forth, as my mind tilts,
Everything taste's great, after poison milk.
