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Daisy Ways
03:21
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Well there's a half-pint in my pocket
A half-pint in my veins
In a decoy bottle
In the middle of the day
I'm pushing pen across this paper
Pushing flowers daisy ways
Well the sky is blue right now
It's a beautiful day
And the clouds they show up laughing
They laugh until they cry
Well my friend told them a joke
That they screamed into the sky
And no I don't need no umbrella
But I get why people do
I go out walking when it rains
And I'm always laughing too
I can't find the time
But it aint a waste
Living like I was born to lose
But bound to try
I can't find the time
To make sense of this place
Living like I was born to push flowers
In daisy ways
Well there's a half-pint in my pocket
A half-pint laid to waste
No two halves don't make a whole
Science laughs right in your face
And nobody should do this
But I get why people do
My friend told me a joke
He said, My friend
The joke's on you
I can't find the time
But it aint a waste
Living like I was born to lose
But bound to try
I can't find the time
To make sense of this place
Living like I was born to push flowers
In daisy ways
Well there's a half-pint in my pocket
A half-pint in my veins
In a decoy bottle
In the middle of the day
Yes there's a half-pint in my pocket
A half-pint in my face
Well, it's been nice to know you world
But no, I didn't come to stay
I can't find the time
But it aint a waste
Living like I was born to lose
But bound to try
I can't find the time
To make sense of this place
Living like I was born to push flowers
In daisy ways
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The Other Day
02:16
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I talked to my friend the other day
He said
What haven't we said before
So what's left to say
I told him
That I'm glad
He has seen another day
Even though I know
It won't always be that way
My friend said
That's a good point, naturally
Even though you know
What's natural aint a thing
That's happening
Well I said
That seems so so so so so sad
Sad to me
But who's to say
I'm no doctor
I got no PHD
And in this world of acronym philosophy
Which has seen the coming
Of what it is, today
That thing
That thing that thing
That we're unsure that we're glad for
But who's to say
As was said before
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FADE
03:04
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You'll own yourself
In the end
Left something behind
Nothing is sacred
Claim you're living your truth
Yet still willing to lie
Throwing water on the garden
That you've been burning alive
You've been along for the ride
But there's a method to the madness
On your scrapbook page
Justify yourself
Say you'll get better with age
And as the pages stack
And abstract the days
Watch those memories glow
Rose colored and fade
FADE
Trace my heart around your name
Scratched in the sand
Stood back and watched all the waves
Come and erase it again
Another drop in the sea
But there's a method to the madness
On your scrapbook page
Justify yourself
Say you'll get better with age
And as the pages stack
And abstract the days
Watch those memories glow
Rose colored and fade
FADE
FADE
You'll own yourself
In the end
Or just keep ruling the world
That you've made up in your head
There are no rules she said
But there's a method to the madness
On your scrapbook page
Justify yourself
Say you'll get better with age
And as the pages stack
And abstract the days
Watch those memories glow
Rose colored and fade
FADE
FADE
FADE
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Maxwell Lee New Orleans, Louisiana
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