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Tensions up like fists in a fight.
You shouldve called me.
It wouldve meant something.
This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that youre hearing.
I used to have my own songs.
If I dont mind, then this problem remains my own.
When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away.
Your silence is crushing.
All I want, Animal!
d*mn, your friends were wrong.
With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show.
Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and upon its return well
embrace it...
Only if its gold, only if its gold"
Its sickening in stereo.
If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own.
When holding things down, just makes you turn away.
The silence is crushing.
All I want, Animal!