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Loner
03:01
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Just a loner, as far as I know
From shore to shore, head to toe
From Point Pleasant to Santa Cruz
Was at the North Shore, didn't hear the news
Ah, I didn't wanna be found
Away from old haunts, and old ways abound
Ah, I'm sorry, it's true
Life's surely better without you
I'm underwater, 50 leagues below the waves
And somehow, I've made it through unscathed
Trinkets and mementos entangled in kelp
If I wanted you, I would've asked for help
If I wanted you, I would've asked for help
Ah, I didn't wanna be found
Away from old ways, and old haunts abound
Ah, I'm sorry, it's true
Life's surely better without you
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Dusty Attic Window
02:27
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Sunlight filters through the dusty attic window
A single ray of citrus slices through the grime
Feels like time's not real
Antiquated modems, shiny shiny heirlooms
Shimmer in the dust, glitter in the gloom
Sunlight bleeds orange tears
The spirits, they harken back
Oh the ghouls, they scream right back
Moonlight scintillates on the dusty attic window
A single constellation shines across the panes
Feels like so long ago
The tarmac on the rooftop, the cracking wooden frames
Cool underfoot, the paint's still the same
So long, my former years
And the spirits, they harken back
Oh the ghouls, they scream right back
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Sunday Morning
And freshly ended dreams
Call me frail or call me boring
But the "what ifs?" are mean
It starts with you staring at the waves with me
Contemplating if you'll even muster up the bravery
It's a world that was surely never meant to be
You told me in a tongue quite strange that things would change
You told me in a tongue quite strange that things would change
Sunday morning
And yes, I'm awake
But the thought of what we could've been
It makes me shake
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Would things get too frenetic
If I were telekinetic?
We'll see who pushes who around
I'd list all the baddies I'd thwart
If I could just teleport
Try to find me
Even if powers were real
I don't think I'll ever heal
Tiny and under construction
I imagined great destruction
I used to find it enlightening
Imagining them struct by lightning
I'll generate a deadly force field
And see that all your blood's spilled
Take on all my aggressors
I wanted to be the great distressor
Even if powers were real
I don't think I'll ever heal
Tiny and under construction
I imagined great destruction
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Midwestern lanes, Midwestern streets
I guess you're kinda home for me
They leer, I glare, I feel impaired
And cigarettes, they choke the air
Eye contact, you feel attacked
It takes one stare to feel assailed
When it breaks, make no mistake
Connecting's hard when I feel fake
Ooh, call me a Martian
Ah, cause I'm not human at all
Midwestern lanes, Midwestern streets
Behemoths, they loom over me, your
Glass and steel and concrete steps
Metropolis let me reflect
Colossal things, reaching so high, and
At sunset, absorb the sky
Towering above the lake,
My heart is sunk beneath the waves
Ooh, Is it even a question
Oh, if I'm a human at all?
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Lucid
02:34
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I'm hanging out at an alien gas station
I'm on the moon and there's no need for oxygen
Swimming in the seas of Jupiter
And I can fly further
You'll meet me at the bottom of the ocean
Or in Tokyo, let's cause a commotion
The world is our oyster
Behind closed eyes
I'm skipping, I'm tripping, I'm slipping
But I'm in control
A lifetime with you would make me whole
When the wisps of one dream fade into black
I know for sure that I'll be coming back
Let's check out the Taj Mahal, Machu Picchu and Rome
Or be seedlings and dig into the loam
Talk to the moai on Easter Island
Or freeze time and enjoy the silence
Synthesize a whole world for us, for us
I'm skipping, I'm tripping, I'm slipping
But I'm in control
A lifetime with you would make me whole
When the wisps of one dream fade into black
I know for sure that I'll be coming back
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Fleeting Moments
01:38
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Feels like, it feels like I'm in a dream
These fleeting moments
Feels like I can't make sense of the scene
Ooh, it feels just like a dream
These fleeting moments
Ooh baby, I'm living a dream
Ooh, yeah, ooh, these fleeting moments
Ooh, feels like I'm living a dream
These fleeting moments
[goofy vocalizing]
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Death of the Bros
02:49
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We thought our little bro page was clever
But we knew this bullshit couldn't last forever
The bro page is dead
And don't revive that thread
The bro page is dead
And don't revive that thread
What was once a page with so much clout
I've no fucking clue what it's all about
So let's smoke a blunt and chug a beer
And just forget about what's happened here
The bro page is dead
And don't revive that thread
The bro page is dead
And don't revive that thread
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Seb DeLucca Chicago, Illinois
Sebastian "Seb" DeLucca
"an audio sketchbook"
happy to exist
happy to live in a big city
spiritually dissatisfied
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