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Entrance(d)
02:57
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Soothsayer
03:28
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I've been sinkin' low
Down in murky water
A bastard son
Of booze and blotter
Ponderin' the fate of man
Feels like we got a loaded gun
And an empty hand
Such a sight to see
Mama, what has become of me?
See, I've been livin' like I'm made of sand
Gettin' blown apart
Just to be put back together again
Livin' in the shadow of my true father--
Another bastard son
Of booze and blotter
Such a sight to see
Mama, why can't I just let it be?
Oh oh, these visions got the best of me
I've been sinkin' low
Down in murky water
A bastard son
Of blues and blotter
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This Stone
04:45
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Can you feel it turnin'--
The ever-faster-spinnin' wheel of change?
And how the lines are blurrin'
'Tween our pleasures and our pain?
The walls that we are buildin' here
Well, ya know they ain't just brick and stone
'Cuz every day that I spend flyin' through space
Oh, ya know, I feel more and more
Alone
Can you tell me--
Where have we gone?
I've been awake for far too long
Can you tell me--
Where did we go?
Oh, this stone don't feel like home
Can you hear the buzzin'--
As countless faces turn in to their screens?
Hidin' from the silence
And everything in-between
Oh, but will we turn and face them--
All these decisions that we have made?
I know it's hard to feel that burnin' sun
When you're hidin' and lyin' in
The shade
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Mr. Scratch
06:14
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Can you believe your eyes--
Do you see these grinnin' devils?
Scratch's hands grabbin' hold at every level
So many souls seem to have lost their way
'Cuz hardly do good intentions ever pay
So sick and tired of wastin'
Myself to wicked games
If I said that they were lyin', babe
That would be too plain
Hear the sound
Hear the sound
Oh, do you hear the sound now?
Of the push and pull
I always seem to be lookin' for an answer
But, only my questions grow
Don't wanna shake hands with no Mr. Scratch
Oh, let me tell ya
I know that funny money ain't my friend
What's the point of green if ya got no
Time to spend
Only one kind of green's my friend
Yeah, it ain't marked with no Washington's or Benjamin's
Oh no
No siry
Can you see the sun as it sets on your horizon?
Sinkin' low again
So many heads are pinin' for peace
But ya know the city never dims
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