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Ur Clean
02:55
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Carryin an upside down umbrella catching all the leaves
Married to a nicer lookin fella made of tumbleweeds
wearing special shiny suits of armor
throwing off the leads
of people that you used when ur in college
make yourself feel clean
opening your mouth you take a gamble
poison all the trees
with a fear of God and tendency to ramble
you're making enemies
Make urself feel clean
Ur clean
Ur clean
Ur clean
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2. |
Hallelulah I'm a Bum
04:10
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Why don’t you work like other folks do
How the hell can I work when there’s no work to do
Hallelujah I’m a bum, Hallelujah bum again
Hallelujah give us a handout to revive us once again
Oh why speed up work til you’re ready to fall
If you’d only slow down, there’d be work for us all
Why don't you save all the money you earn
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn
Demons behind, in fast pursuit
How the hell can i manage the world’s demons too
Rejoice and be glad for the Springtime has come
We can throw down our shovels and go on the bum
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3. |
Small Ugly People
03:48
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Ya think that you're losing when really your bruising the tides
Read all the news of the folks'll make you swallow your pride
Yea and nothin seems pretty to you
Small ugly people that you don't know
Clenching your fists, filling space in your head
What can I do about people like you?
Liberate six million soliders to swell twice in size
A mob with no master dicussing how they're victimized
Yea and nothin seems pretty to you
Small ugly people that you don't know
Cross off your list as you cut off the head
What can I do about people like you?
And I know that I could be happy
And I know that I could be kind
And I know that the best is behind us
We can't bring it back
But we can try
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I Don't Have Superpowers
01:11
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I don't have x-ray vision
And I can't lift a car
I read books at a normal speed, no one says I'm super smart
I didn't get in the reactor
Before they accidentally locked the door
And when I die, I won't come back, if I do I'll be played by someone else
Yea I don't have superpowers
That means that I can't fly
Yea, I don't have superpowers
I just get high
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Trace Italian Edmonton, Alberta
Trace Italian is a psych-pop band from Edmonton, AB. The band is led by songwriter and producer Sean Newton, with Kelsey Wood on bass and Riley Chernoff on drums. They've been around in some form or another since 2016.
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