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    Spare A Match
    (专辑: Float - 2000)
    
    Electric charge coming from the 
mainframe  I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks   My every little step set in a 
star,  Retina Scarred; tread in a 
sled of bedbugs got my dead head in a 
jar  Crazer camp stamp blank on the 
mug of settlers registered not protest nor approval regarding every morn futile.  My experience with a 
spirit alignment interference assigns division from clearance to ample scrambling.  Let's note the 
magnificence in the 
difference.  OK see two canaries on the 
wire aspire to separate luulabies both of which had me drifting.  Every clan ghostly orphan scared stiff in the 
bliss and list picking from the 
arrangment under burden. Bust.  Wallow in will to split the 
privelage cluster; Lackluster as if a 
journey choice grew on the 
nearest chuckle path dispatch trouble.  I've never seen the 
water so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20 pace, about face, self destruct.  I 
know the 
key locations, sharp enough to catch those subtle signs cause, well, this here alley cat's been around the 
block a 
couple of times.  Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you know the 
rest, live it.  Pitching a 
battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the 
blizzard. When it's finished I 
plan to sit and observe the 
twister pivot.  Sleep and sleep well; sleep with a 
sacred array of fevers, wake as a 
pertinent version of a 
pipe dreamer.  Y'all can find me if you lookin for a 
friend I'll be the 
only iron-clad oracle in a 
city of tin.   (it's like that)   [CHORUS:]  I 
was born where crooked demeanor seemed to spawn merit;  I 
was born where all the 
king's men couldn't mend a 
broken spirit;  I 
was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live and die as a 
brick brick brick in the 
wall.  And I'm a 
brick brick brick brick brick in the 
wall, and I'm a 
brick brick brick brick brick in the 
wall.  And I'm a 
brick in the 
wall, drop in the 
bucket, yes y'all.   (Electric charge coming from the 
mainframe)  (I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks)   (Electric charge coming from the 
mainframe)  (I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks)   (Electric charge coming from the 
mainframe)  (I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks)   Spare a 
match for the 
most distorted orchid in the 
path.  Assorted orphans coursed in a 
morbid orbit forward toward the 
traps.  I 
make a 
tentative promise to flash frequent the 
most sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the 
makeshift mason's secrets.  Water basin leaking, plug it up.  The 
simple triple ring performance shoveled subtle imperfection.  I 
rung a 
life's worth of saturated costume gear over hell's balcony to nullify the 
drought and still the 
martyr farmers shout at me.  And so the 
epic went.  And every cirrus hung.  The 
bow breakers turned a 
cradle fatal, every spirit clung.  Croon for the 
slick Icarus brain children busy splitting the 
givingtree building fresh canoes for freaks to cross the 
spill in. i'm frantic.  My plan is dwindling with every pulse bump. Gods and monsters yield the 
lump sum of the 
dolt clump.  Be wary when the 
stratosphere tints.  I 
Scout like Atticus Finch, inching up slow in the 
games of reconnaissance.  Now cause to amend the 
Zen memorandum has surfaced in every holocaust citadel fix it plan.  12 easy steps to better picket line demeanor.  Gumshoe.  Stick stone conglomerate activate massive.  But the 
sky is falling. F-f-f-fuck you.  I've hired sweatshop labor to hold candles to the 
solar panels stitched in the 
back of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the 
week.  Cheek to the 
heartache.  At the 
center of my anthem lies a 
blend of temper tantrums substancial for me to lamp in.   [3X]  (Electric charge coming from the 
mainframe)  (I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks)   [CHORUS]  I 
was born where crooked demeanor seemed to spawn merit  I 
was born where all the 
kings man couldn't mend a 
broken spirit  I 
was born where no matter if you stand sit or fall to live or die as a 
brick brick brick in the 
wall  And I'm a 
brick brick brick brick brick in the 
wall, and I'm a 
brick brick brick brick brick in the 
wall.   And I'm a 
brick in the 
wall, drop in the 
bucket, yes y'all.   (Electrocharge comming from the 
mainframe)  (I'm from where the 
phat beats stretch for mad blocks)  [Chopped and Screwed]  
 
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