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See day by day pass by
Each week another try
Rushing off the way you feel
Haste off the whats the deal

Won't you loose the amber
And dance
Today I burned your old love letters yes I burned them slowly one by one
And before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one
Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done
And sat in the back booth
By the pamphlets and the literature
On how to lose
Your waitress was miserable
And so was your food
If you're gonna try
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one
Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done
on our lips
And on the bus there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember
And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature on how to lose
Your waitress was miserable and so was your food
If you're gonna try and walk
spins a beam of amber
Time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city
The glass danse world flickers on because the cycle happens
still on our lips

And on the bus there's a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try
on shoelaces 
P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket 
My motto is: I don't care 
I don't give a damn; so what, why try? 
I might as well rob some Blake Carrington
So much pain, we
Don't know how to be but angry
Feel infected like we've got gangrene
Please don't let anybody try to change me

Me
Just me
In
of amber

Time sliced beat by beat in a row
In a club, in a line, in the city
The glass dance world flickers on
Because the cycle happens enough

A baby
CHRYSANTHEMUM SONG
Written by ambeR Rubarth © 2007 Inspiraled Music (ASCAP)

I found a little pot, took it in the kitchen, filled it with some dirt,
version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn
to try to be
Ten years of aggression, you don't wanna see that out of me
Jagged ass Smith and Wesson
Bangin' Sangin' I gotta be
That nigga, that nigga
the stale breath of death away
And someone tries to sing
But the bird of song has lost its wings
Now it twitches
Rips the stitches of a chest where tears
beetles get stuck in amber 
Halted like the thaw of the iceberg that shoulda sank her
Halted right beside the temperature spike and the spread of cancer
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how did they get to be so dumb, 
Bred on purple mountain range, 
Feed amber waves of grains 
To lesser
I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by
didn't marry Amber
This world is greedy and sleazy,
And that's my final answer.

They going ham but I'm a go hammer,
Try to keep a small circle I