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Not Australian
03:36
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I rode the bus an hour and forty minutes
I know because I counted every one
And as the sun hid far below the black horizon
I walked another mile 'til I was home
The kettle boils while I cut up potatoes
I'm so exhausted I can barely hold my head
But when the lights are out I can't switch off my worry
I'm imprisoned in the cotton of my bed
Now I'm pushed against a chain-link fence
And it cuts into my skin
And I'm screaming but I don't make sense
Cause I'm not Australian
And I feel them tearing at my face
While the end is closing in
And no-one runs to my defence
Cause I'm not Australian
They stare at me when I am at the checkout
They stare at me when they hear how I speak
I felt that with some time it would get better
But all I'm feeling is I'm tired and kind of weak
When everybody's gaze weighs like an anvil
It feels easier to stay just out of sight
I'm so cut off from things that I've never belonged to
And I'm having newer nightmares every night
Where I'm pushed against a chain-link fence
And it cuts into my skin
And I'm screaming but I don't make sense
Cause I'm not Australian
And I feel them tearing at my face
While the walls are closing in
And no one runs to my defence
Cause I'm not Australian
It's eleven thirty seven in the morning
And I came home as soon as I first got the call
Ducked underneath the tape they placed across the doorway
And stepped across the splintered wood strewn on the floor
That broken glass once used to be my kitchen window
That message sprayed in paint along my bedroom wall
"Fuck off we're full Armani refugee pretender
Your kind's not welcome in this country any more"
And for a moment I was somewhere completely different
And for a moment nothing had really changed at all
I was still standing in the shell of what was shattered
Back with the ruined husks of homes wiped out by war
And I guess it feels like it was all for nothing
And while I know that nothing ever is for sure
It's hard to choose between my broken past and future
When there's bodies strewn across the western shore
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2. |
Camp Nope
03:55
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I'm don't really vibe with people, I just come and go
Comfort isn't something that I know
I don't go to visit people, I just stay at home
I guess I'm happy with my status quo
I don't vibe with people
Trying to be different is denying who you are
And there's a lot of faults within my heart
But being something other than my habits and my scars
Isn't something that I'm guilty of
When somebody knows you they just get under your skin
To feel around for something for their own
So I've come to notice I don't want anyone in
I've shut the doors and windows to this home
I don't vibe with people
I don't wanna, no I don't want to go out
I don't wanna, no I don't want to go with you
I don't wanna, no I don't want to see someone
I don't wanna, no I don't want to meet someone new
I don't wanna, no I don't want to go out
I don't wanna, no I don't want to go with you
I don't wanna, no I don't want to get around
I don't want to leave the house but then you take me here and through the darkness I can see that someone is approaching, maybe
I'll fall in love
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3. |
Dead Friends
04:11
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Grab me by the throat and tell me that you think it's good for me
As I'm sucked into the ground my hands are tied and bound by all your sympathy
I flew closer to the sky until I realised I was drowning in the mud
Statues reaching for ones beside them; the back of their shirts all stained with blood
Future; can't synchronise the future
It's just a matter of time before they break you, a matter of time before you're done
It's just a matter of time before they break you, a matter of time before they've won
It's just a matter of time before they break you, a matter of time before you're done
It's just a matter of time before they break you, a matter of time before they keep you for their own
Pull me out up of death's hour, take a breath above the sea
Kill them with black blood and electricity, it doesn't look like anything to me
I've seen bodies going cold, my skin is looking old as I'm gazing through the frame
You knew what it meant to be to be there, I know nothing's gonna be the same
Future; can't synchronise the future
Here comes the one, comes the one, comes another one
Yeah you stepped outside just to find all of your pieces were gone
Fill those lungs, fill them up again
Fill those lungs, fill them up again
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I don't want to get it together
I don't want to follow my dreams
I can't confront my emotions
But I guess I can still look at memes
I don't want to get it together
I'll never conform to the rules
I reject being exploited
I'll never be somebody's fool
Get it together
I don't want to get it together
My girlfriend is so fucking shit
She cries every time that she looks in my eyes
But I guess other women would quit
I don't want to get it together
I'm sick and depressed with my job
I can't even get out of bed in the morning
I can't put my hand on the knob
I don't want to get it together
There's nothing around within reach
I feel like I'm constantly drowning
And the fog is affecting my speech
I don't want to get it together
There must be some more that I'm owed
I never did anything wrong as a kid
Just got comfortable with saying no
Get it together
I'm going to be the one, I'm going to be the one
I'm going to be the one that holds you back
I don't want to get it together
How fragile is your mental health?
How much would it take until everything breaks and you're sitting there all by yourself?
I don't want to get it together
The effort is too much to make
I don't think I have a particular talent
I think that I'm just a mistake
I don't want to get it together
I just want to rip at the seams
My head hits the ground and I'm thrashing around and I guess that it's all that it means
I don't want to get it together
And I couldn't if I fucking tried
You said that you knew all about it
When I said that I loved you I lied
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5. |
Fedora Dostoyevsky
05:13
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I've got a big fat dick swinging from my belt
I've got a chiseled jaw, yeah it's the hand I was dealt
I've got a body that is waiting just to make your dreams come true
Yeah I'm too insecure to know I don't know best
And I've got too much pride to let it off my chest
Yeah I'm the man that you have always wanted standing next to you
But I don't think I'm making sense
And you don't get my point of view
I'm feeling nervous and I'm tense
I fuck up everything I do
I'm sweating bullets from my palms
And I can't look you in the eye
There's nothing here inside my arms
I guess I'm just another guy
Yeah I'm the nicest guy, nicest one you'll meet
So nice you'll see my face and want to cross the street
I'll never take you where you really want to go
I say I'll treat you right but I'll treat you wrong
You've got to love a man that's got belief so strong
Cause I contend not all men are full of poison, don't you know?
I've got a big fat dick, it's so long and thick
I contest your protest but confess I just feel better on the internet
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6. |
By My Side
03:08
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Stay by my side and I'll give you the things that you want
Stay by my side and I'll give you the things that you've missed out on
It's like I'm under attack, it's like I'm under attack
If you're cutting it off, it's not coming back
It's like I'm under attack, it's like I'm under attack
Go back home
Stay by my side and you'll never be wanting again
Stay by my side and you won't need your family or friends
I've just gotta, I've just gotta get it out
Way up there
Up in the air
Way up there
Is a way out
It's like I'm under attack, it's like I'm under attack
Go back home
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