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Pez
I'm Loving This
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Pez

Cul-de-sacs distract, leaving no end of fuss
In trust we must. It’s us, it’s us, it’s us

These building blocks and rocks in my head
So I’ve said, craft the weak but meek is not my name.

And so it goes the story ends, no fall out.
Press reviews will give me a raw deal.

I chew so much my jaws locked shut
And I’m not the fat old glut I used to think I was

Pray for the aimless, hopeless, waylaid and dangerous.
Which gods do we trust? It’s us, it’s us, it’s us

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I’m Loving This

The definition’s too loose
Give me the stuff I can use
To see the patterns again
The golden sparks in the rain

This play’s called Abacus Rex
And it’s a well studied text
You’re spinning out of my touch
But that don’t mean all that much

I hedged my bets,
The odds were stacked
A glass half empty
A glass is cracked
I sowed the seated
Salted the crop
And gathered sheaves
Then I burnt the lot

I am still loving this
Yeah, I am still loving this
And though the way is weary, I’ve this theory
That there’s really nothing amiss
I am still loving this

And this consensus is free
And let’s me sing out of key
And sing it over again
The golden sparks in the rain

The word is out on the street
Such a well trodden beat
I’m spinning out of your touch
But that doesn’t mean all that much

I tried so hard
To bring you round
I built a bridge to burn it down
I felt so sure
So full of doubt
I fanned the flames
Then I pissed them out

I am still loving this
Yeah, I am still loving this
And though the way is weary, I’ve this theory
That there’s really nothing amiss
Because I am still loving this

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Molecules and shopping lists
Chained laughter and eyelid flicks
Dancing westward to see the sun
Void-bound missile my smile hard won

I travel through time
I changed the past
I wallowed in fuzz
My heart bends in the wind

Transform this boy and relocate
Nail the mischance and seal his fate
Heaving sobs and whirring stars
Listless shapes of passing cars

I shambled this mess
I partitioned the rest
I gave my limbs for a chance
My teeth were never so sharp

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