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The World Ends In Rain
03:48
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Some say the world ends in fire, and I guess that's true,
Some say that man's a liar, but I've got to argue.
This is the story of how I died.
It was a quiet night when the rain started falling,
Textbooks abound and the coffee dripping.
Final exam the next morning.
But then knock-knock-knocking at my door with no warning,
"We need your help, the world is ending now."
Books were thrown aside, converse all laced,
I didn't know what was happening, didn't know the haste.
Rushed into a limousine,
Black ties and leather shoes,
"The rain's full of acid, that's the news."
I yelled "There's nothing to do,
Just wait for it to stop being H2Co3."
They argued, "It'll kill, it'll kill us all,
There's got to be a way, to solve, this."
They took me to a lab, computers, equipment everywhere,
Insisting there had to be a way out of here.
Some say the world ends in fire, and I guess that's true,
Some say that man's a liar, but I've got to argue.
Some say the world ends in ice, and I may have felt it's pain,
But ultimately, all I know, is that the world will end in rain.
I built models, contraptions, drank coffee until my head spun,
researched, threw beakers, just wanted my job to be done.
I finally found a way to get the air back to normal,
But after it's cycle was done, I, just, screamed.
My hair burned, my brain fried,
My sanity gone, couldn't feel alive,
Science got the best of me,
So now I'm trapped in here,
These white walls, my eternal jail.
Don't talk to me, don't pity me,
I know what I did and the world paid.
So now we're living in subways and caves,
Haven't seen the sun not since that day.
We have no choice. I made the acid stay.
Chorus
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2. |
Let Me Back
01:45
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3. |
Autopilot Clock
01:26
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Well nothing's changed,
I'm still invisible to you and everyone across the room,
across the ocean, across the atlantic blue,
and I count down the hours until my coffee's done.
It's 8 am, first coffee, then my notebook, and then my pen,
Lecture on Louis XVI, there goes his head.
Hide in the library till 3 and then re-coffee.
I don't know how, I don't know when my autopilot clock will shut off.
Drown in coffee, drown in books, drown in not getting dirty looks.
I can avoid everyone if I try,
and maybe just this time I won't cry myself to sleep.
I just want someone near, just want someone dear,
but I keep relapsing to first year,
but I don't know how to stop.
So will someone take my autopilot clock?
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4. |
Stella, Please Stop
01:24
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