but my brain knows better...
it picks you up and turns you around...
turns you around...
turns you around...
and if you feel discouraged,
then there's a lack of color here.
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- gift box of curses.
- fix you.
- the first 48.
- heaven on earth.
- not sober.
- pins and needles.
- the candle burned out long before the legend ever ...
- and when I see you, I really see you upside down...
- we're runnin in circles again..
- solitary melancholy in the company of few.
- comprehensible.
- shake rattle and roll
- its 535 am.
- submerge.
- scars.
- hello, my name is ryan alves...
- oakland blackouts.
- listening with my ears and listening with my eyes ...
- drive slow homie...
- drive slow homie...
- black dog.
- god damn...
- the sound of settling.
- yeah you were beautiful...
- hellacious.
- always ten feet tall
- always ten feet tall
- ivory lines lead
- 24 deep 24 more
- dont wake me i plan on sleeping in.
- rewind reset rebuild
- one thousand open ears and still not a word to say.
- dreaming in dog years.
- birthplace and burialsite.
- you wont be laughing when your covered wagons crash..
- sorry, world...
- wolf in sheeps clothing.
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