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Not Now
02:28
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Plenty guns, obey your eyes on me. Couldn't let me down, you'll let me die alone. You, just standing bare. Scenery crumbling. Not especially. Senior Gods, you cast your eyes on me. Saying let me now, you'll let me diet alone. Standing there, my stomach rumbling. Then, a gallon. Lemurs run. Watch as they pick up speed. Laying left me down, confronting apathy. You could stand aware. Seemed like such fun to me. You've stopped being attractive to me. Not now.
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Lonely Landlord
02:24
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There's been a whole lotta brazen in this lonely town. There's been a whole lotta stares around a holy town. I bought a stop watch last hour just to keep up with where I've been, while I wander my leash. You pay a lease for your lonely landlord's feast. You pay a lot for your lonely landlord's lease. I quit drinking and talked to someone but I keep running towards regret and taking less. Fake lives are all that you lead, all your fees, condo fees. Fake lines are all that you read. Only one eye wept for what I've seen. Tremendous Elvis how you shake your hips so free. I've been waiting for so long.
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Calendars run on the moon. Winds and waves break the mood. Staying away from the bottle. Haven't been touched in a while. The sun is gonna show the road. Winding and bending thru tolls. Staying away from the bottle. Haven't talked to you in a while. I wasn't gonna say goodbye to you. Planning to leave for the road soon. Slid out the side door at midnight. Glimpsed and winked up at the moon. He's the only one who saw. I left you a fortune in the drawer. But you don't seem to like the new me. The same things that we don't agree. I just wanna lay down on Bernal Hill. Get smacked in the face by the wind. Walk from Guerrero to Twin Peaks or get knives for eyes from all the tweakers. You look so amazing to see. Your eyes could melt me.
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Teething Thru Tolls
01:52
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Teething, I moan. It's like mining a stone. You frantically phone my narrowing bones. I'm murdered in drones by your Munchausen poems. Competition is like monitor tones or a man chasing tolls. Accomplice for loan. Bad maps for bad roads. Throw gasoline on clothes.
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KEVIN MF KING
Multi-instrumentalist, singer-songwriter. Wandering, writing, recording and playing shows.
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