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Reckless
04:20
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For as long as I remember
You acted like a sixteen-year-old child
Moods, What’s real always swaying
Give your heart to fleas who drain you away
‘Cause you want reckless independence
With no regard to any consequences
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll get better
For as long as I remember
The misdeeds of your life consumed my mind
Now me, all those who know you,
The world revolves around the ones you choose
‘Cause you want reckless independence
Imagine your imaginative existence
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll be better
Where are you now
On the beach, in a cell?
You come and you go
You send me through hell
Why can’t you see the freedom to rebel
Ties me to this pain
An emotional jail
In the end of all time
Will you be in my life?
Will I drown in this fear
That we’ll never get high?
Dance to the Beatles the way that we would
With every whim I watched you cave in
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll be better
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll get better
For as long as I remember
Claimed you’re chained to your chemically altered brain
You come, you leave without staying
Portray a life we all know you left behind
‘Cause you want reckless independence
With no regard to any consequences
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll be better
You say you’ll get better
You say you’ll get better
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Mister No Can Do
04:32
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Skin blistered,
Roaming through the desert land
Covering his mouth
With leathered hands
When he wanders through towns
They stop and stare
‘Cause he’s ghastly, he’s gaunt, he is frail
Wreaks of sour ale
‘Cause he’s Mister No Can Do
He is alive, I’ve seen it to be true
Lived life like a ghost before
No one cared to know him anymore
But still, he wanders through towns
A whispered folklore
‘Cause he’s distant, a trance, a hardened nail
And he’s fractured as all hell
‘Cause he’s Mister No Can Do
He is alive, I’ve seen it to be true
To the other side, No he can’t get through
He wasn’t made for this
No human ever is
Eternity comes, eternity goes
Eternity comes, eternity goes
He slithers and suffers
And suffers his own demise
He weathers, never withers
He’s here for all, all of time
With nothing but his own mental mind
Made it so that himself he’d never find
So as death came to ask for his body too
Now all he would say was, “Mister, no can do.”
‘Cause he’s desperate, devoid, and hollow
Blackened eyes will never know
That he’s Mister No Can Do
He is alive, I’ve seen it to be true
Death is for me and you
But not for Mister No Can Do.
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