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Life Kills
01:24
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I'm headed to the Duane Reade to get the things I need
I think it's open all night, if not it's alright
I can last another day, after that I'll go insane
Gotta get my levels up, I want more, ain't had enough
They said my doctor called it in, it's in the pick-up bin
Need to get my hands on it, you all know I need my scripts
I'm going to the Duane Reade to get the things I need
Life kills, gimme my pills
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Joie de Vivre
01:55
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Head for the figures, thumb with a pulse
Itchy triggers, don't get too close
Foot out the door, skin in the game
Mopping up floors, taking down names
Finger full pockets, nose through the air
Eyeing sprockets, flogging wares
Step right up, put a dollar down
No sweeter deal can be found
If you had all the rest
no turning back to second best
Mind over matter, hand over fist
Serving platters none can resist
Eat it up, savor each bite
Raise a cup, set yourself right
Face with a mission, tempting desire
Blind inhibition fueling the fire
Take the plunge, dive right in
Guaranteed resulting grin
No mistake, designed to please
Adeptly served joie de vivre
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A Piece of Work
01:56
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The dog downstairs just won't shut up
Well, I don't mind, I can hear that pup
There's also this guy who bangs on the wall
Trying to find quiet but he's dropped the ball
It would be nice if those two just sat down
Explored their feelings and found common ground
A tete a tete would do them some good
And foster peace in the neighborhood
It's true life's a piece of work
Don't let it drive you berserk
Let loose trivialities
Steer clear of negativity
Too much is lost in the fray
It doesn't have to be that way
Open up and look all around
Sheer joy is sure to be found
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i-c-e
01:54
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Why are you so kind?
Most folks I come across never mind
How does it feel to be?
Above all the pain and misery
Where do you come from?
Are you for real, is this thing on?
You are so nice
Everyone else is cold as ice
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Day Out
01:43
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Lately I've not been feeling myself
I question my mental health
I see it as it goes down
No way to turn things around
And each day surprisingly
Epitomizes redundancy
Can you feel it, are you aware?
Perhaps you just don't care
Last night I went out for a bit
The air was heavy, I could smell it
My friends all said "hey, where you been?"
I don't know where to begin
If I did it would blow their brains
There's no use to try and explain
This morning when I got outta bed
I stretched and shook my head
Day in, day out
Spinning roundabout
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