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Layover
02:36
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I'm an expat living out of a backpack
With a guitar case and a passport full of places
I still can't pronounce the names of
Black metal hopefuls
That we fucked in Oslo
Corpse painted bass players got me weak for overdrive
But I'm staying clean
Got a new fix after customs
It's the life that I've grown accustomed to
My shoes are off you can see right through me
I swear I've got less than five ounces in me
Went and broke the language barrier
Inoculated
I'm not a carrier
I got a quick embrace now I'm paralyzed and don't want to leave
This place is a metaphor that I can't perceive
This chase always ends in catch and release
In that case I'm better off saying just what I mean
Should've taken the train
I have nothing to claim
Always up in the air
I have nothing to declare
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Do You Speak Latin?
02:11
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Tried to get some rest
I needed a release
Thought I was the best
I'm just another beast
Sought counsel from the wise
Got some bad advice
Put good money down
Another sacrifice
Do you think about the ancient times?
Wonder what it must be like?
Dig a hole when you need water
Living on that caveman diet
Do you speak Latin?
I never learned it
Do you speak Latin?
I never speak
The measure of a sickness is how much it eats
Gotta clear the wreckage when it's time to feed
Get what you want and then you want to trade
Can't help yourself
It's just the way you're made
Contemplate your inner life
Impulses you have to hide
Set them free, but come to find
You're the one who's left behind
Do you speak Latin?
I never learned it
Do you speak Latin?
I never speak
Do you speak Latin?
I never learned it
Do you speak Latin?
I never speak
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