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Samples from Charles Bradley's "Dusty Blue". Produced by Ziggid.

Mechanization Of Minds

Fiddler On The Roof

Crash

We're in a tailspin.
We keep runnin' 'round
with our hands up,
minds burned to the ground.
We're in a tailspin.
Caught dust in our eyes
And everything we know
and all that we once were
is now a foggy blur.
Because the eyes that see 
don't belong to we.

So we pretend that we know
(And you think that you're here)
And we pretend like we're there.
(In your head it's clear)
And we pretend like we got it.

As the temperature rises 
no one seems to know
there's a natural disaster raging in our own minds. 
Tell me who to believe.
So let the flames begin.
The smoke will herd them here.
Souls and bodies on the opposite side of the mirror.
We lose sight of ourselves in ourselves.

~ Chorus
So we pretend we don't see
that in the end we're not everything we oughta be.
So there it stands,
our eulogy ~

Fire, fire, fire.
We're all on fire, fire, fire.
Yet we hold the lighter to the fire, burn it brighter.
We're all on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.

~Chorus~
Our eulogy
We're buried deep
Our eulogy
It's not a dream

We're in a tailspin we keep runnin round x7
Fire, fire, fire. We're all on fire, fire, fire x5
'Cause we pretend that we know.
And we pretend like we're there.
And we pretend like we got it.
But in the end we never sought it. 


Eulogy

I'm so scared cause you're everywhere
I can't get rid of you.
Not that I'd even want to.
So just hold me a little tighter please
and if you ever let go
I just ask of you
please teach me how to do so

'cause you're every- every- everything

Open heart.
Broken hands.
I'm puttin' my faith in you
though you're just a man.
But a man who's given me a love
a love I can't refuse. No, no.

'cause you're every- every- everything

Everything

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