Thought Crime - Rachie

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[00:29.90]Somebody like yourself, true and kind
[00:31.90]would never understand this aching heart of mine
[00:33.76]Cursing other people yes is what I do best, and so I
[00:37.15]Write songs to pass the time
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[00:39.08]I’ve always dreamed of being on TV
[00:41.63]To hear the audience lovingly praise me
[00:43.99]For now I guess I’ll make this knife sharp as can be
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[00:48.95]Hear the crash of glass being pounded at
[00:50.99]The tearing noise of a sheet of paper torn to shreds
[00:53.47]And the setting sun after “goodbye” is said
[00:55.99]is just so lovely…
[00:58.00]Even that much is plain to see!
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[01:00.22]The birds cry out their song in the sunset
[01:05.12]This empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too
[01:09.99]And yet you linger still in the shadows
[01:14.01]Standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue
[01:18.60]Slipping off my tongue, was my goodbye to you
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[01:41.96]I wanted to be seen, I want to love
[01:43.83]Are these the “dreams” that people talk about?
[01:46.04]Just another beggar begging for it to be
[01:47.87]I’m lazy. Hurry and satisfy me!
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[01:51.26]Somebody like yourself, wouldn’t get
[01:53.66]This ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest
[01:55.64]Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike them back
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[02:00.75]Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps
[02:03.11]The blaring noise a guitar makes as it’s being slammed
[02:05.85]These regrets with no way to make amends
[02:07.99]Though it’s lovely
[02:09.00]Just the thought, see, that even that much is plain to see...!
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[02:12.00]The words, relentless, beat down upon me
[02:16.55]December slowly creeps into my September heart
[02:21.53]And in the spring, the mist in the mountains
[02:25.83]Rises in the sky, summer follows behind
[02:30.30]Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by
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[02:44.34]Somebody like yourself, true and kind
[02:46.35]would never understand this aching heart of mine
[02:48.33]I’m no good at living but I don’t wanna die, and so I
[02:51.43]Write songs to pass the time
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[02:54.07]I feel it everyday, the words, the hate
[02:55.96]The sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way
[02:58.58]It’s why I only write songs that hurt other people now
[03:03.03]And songs without a soul like the one that you’re hearing now
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[03:09.70]I want to drink your words down completely
[03:14.50]I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in
[03:19.18]One day my drought will no doubt diminish
[03:23.54]But until it does, waiting here until then
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[03:28.96]The birds cry out their song in the sunset
[03:33.47]I beg this empty ache, to turn itself into a tune
[03:38.71]And say goodbye to you in this sunset
[03:42.70]Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue
[03:47.59]Slipping off my tongue, is my goodbye to you