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Track #3 on the upcoming self released album, "All My Favourite Bands are Dead!" by solo artist MisterNothing.
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Deep Water, High Tides,
We Swim to the Shores of this Life,
Maybe a real song this time,
could put you right.
I'm needing somewhere to hold my head,
Up in the clouds till I condensate,
It's pretty wierd this time of year,
to clear my head from all the right mistakes.
It's like my feelings are giving birth.
I'm all backwards, from what i've heard,
It makes no difference, to you and I,
to live online in so called Paradise.
Sometimes I've got a rope around my brain,
I'll tighten the noose, kick the chair,
and stop thinking again.
Jump into space, floating out of view,
I'll Orbit earth and the moon,
I'll take the rope that i use,
to move the moon, set the seas anew.
Deep Water, High Tides,
We Swim to the Shores of this Life,
Maybe a real song this time,
could put you right.
A street fix with ingredients lists,
I could see the compounds of my life prescribed hits,
But we all know that we're taking risks all the time.
Frosty Jacks with a Bottle of Wine,
We're all scum but we're act so divine,
Juxtapose our facebook pictures,
with our real selves tonight.
Sometimes i've got a shank to my mind,
I'm a hostage to an alleyway fight,
that takes place in my head every night.
Maybe I could stand the deepest seas,
Close my eyes and smell the salty breeze,
Swim away from the shallowest of shores.
Deep Water, High Tides,
We Swim to the Shores of this Life,
Maybe a real song this time,
could put you right.
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