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Suffocate Me (Angelfish) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Is This Room Getting Smaller? (Onesidezero) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Six Feet Above Yesterday (Infusion) · Four Feet to the Beat (Avalon Cats) · Happy Feet (Fred Penner) · Fall at Your Feet [US] (Crowded House) · 5 Feet of Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. And I will be, oh I will be, lost. [Repeat x 3]
Will you join me in this dance, this dance of misery Cradled in imposs... impossibility? Swooning, I am swept away Swept off my feet, with step by
increasing Dreaming, forbidden anxiety Screaming....distortion Pressure builds, suffocate Smothered by a feeling unable to control it Magnify amplify Smaller
now When I stretch to the clouds My feet are bigger than three lagoons And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball, Striving high! Uh! Uh! Uh!
long ago that fase was mine Houses get smaller we take different names But some things in life stay the same "Dance me! Dance me around till my feet
the dawn will break As true paths are rarely unveiled by means of shadows cast This is the only way for me to reach behind this facade Dissonance, unstable
days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die, And I'm six feet down and I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven Why You
Let me give it all to the very small things That leaves me...powerless I see my face from another time From another day gone by (good-bye) Arrogant
four walls that now suffocate me But tonight, maybe tonight All will be free Release, unlock this prison door It can't hold me anymore Serpent
CHAPTER TWO lyrics by Carley COMA CHAPTER THREE organica I'll send my swollen dreams Sunami thereafter I'll clean the still and fragile plate clean
Noise never stops Not all day Work seven to three Three to eleven Eleven to seven Shift work, tough work for the convenience store clerk Two feet
And there he stands -a little boy, No shoes on his feet and dirt in his hands. Molding dreams from the clay of his fathers, And fathers before him.
of shit Matches from the bar What reason should I stay?? I say When I'm out on the street I get light on my feet [Chorus:] Sometimes we suffocate &
themselves With a brand new slinky dress Well, I've gained three sizes since I've been in college That would just serve to depress But get me to an Agnier,
When I stretch to the clouds My feet are bigger than three lagoons And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball Striving high! Uh! Uh! Uh! I
Tell me how these things traced with colors filled with black debris And how these loyal, living Reich were nameless things swept out of sight Dead
morning WeÂ´re singing The grass is wet from dew And me and you from wine too Keeping our feet up Keeping our feet up WeÂ´re sleeping by the Fyris
coming down Somehow I can't seem to find The quiet inside my mind 3:02 Space in this room Has turned on me And all my fears have me cornered me
And suffocate the light in me Throw the stones that kill the truth Deception must be absolute Rape the mind that will not die Its sharpest throes
is real (all of this is not by chance), That's how I know that God is real Earth, air, water, and fire [Repeat: x3] That's how i know that God is
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze Blinded by distractions Lost in matterless affairs Reaching through the darkness Trusting You will meet me
intravenous It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimetres Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders If we don’t give them martyrs no
I am Plug One I'm 19 years young I love peace Well at least I think we need some I'm Q-Tip y'all 3 Feet produced by Prince Paul This session
it three feet deep And throwed the cold clay o'er her and tramped it with my feet This world and one more then where do you reckon I'd be If it
I was born in the desert, May Seventeen in seventy-three When the needle hit the groove I commenced moving I was chasing what's calling me