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I want to go back, back into my room and lay in my bed. I want to go to sleep, away from all the stuff and get wild in my mind tonight.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
I'm a caveman.... and I like it that way.
Watching my plants grow makes me feel more at home and laying in the grass. All my friends think I suck 'cause I don't want to go outside, but I like my backyard at night.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
I'm a caveman....and I like it that way.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, come on.
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Drawing little things on her face
Never understanding just what he takes away,
Drawing little things on her face
oooooh
Creepy little people in the hall
Marching slowly, scratching fingers on the wall
Creepy little people in the hall
oooooh
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Caught, caught, caught, caught in the land debris while you fought, fought, fought, fought for that art degree, just to make ends meet in the deep blue see. You cut 'em out so you can breathe.
And you wait, wait, wait, wait on the countertops in the face, face, face, face, of a demagogue who will place the blame on your own state. So dust off your old riot gear.
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Hey wait a minute I've gotta say, you push me through dimensions when you walk away. You've never really seen me, just because you thought you could be me. Take a little, break your heart. Drunk at the Merritt show before it starts. I've got a big 'ol glass of wine. Chuggin' it down, now I'm fine. We found out that it hurts. You can make some money but you have to work. Soft-core mother fucker, punch in the face. Drink all the champagne you can at my place. Then turn around and run out the door. I get a weird feeling that we've been here before...again.
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I fell down and busted my head. Oh yeah! She who put the first goat on the table. Crawl out of your cave/cage and say your name. Say it loud, say it proud, and then don't make a sound. I'll take what I can get, I don't get upset. Creeping along in the night, well it seems alright. I am doing ok, I saw my future yesterday. She sees everything, fingers plucking my heart strings.
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Sweetie, please dry your eyes. I told you this isn't goodbye. You've got to be strong for everyone. I promise you'll be alright. Try not to focus on words. Most of them sound too absurd. Just close your eyes, close them real tight. Picture our beautiful girl. Its all done I hope. We all have to learn to cope. Everything is dope.
Sadness consumes our home. Try not to answer the phone. You both work more so you can see each other less. Its not so hard to be alone. Faking smiles 'round family and friends. Both trying to mend. Its hard to come back from losing a child. You both cry and pray for the end yeah you both cry and pray for the end. Its all done I hope. We all have to learn to cope. Everything is dope.
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This album was recorded between January and March of 2017. All songs written, arranged, and recorded by swetpantsdaze.
