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.: Friday, October 03, 2003 :.
picture yourself, sleeping on a plane,
theres something ticking in the overhead, and inside your brains,
theres bodies in the water,
bodies in the basement,
if heaven's for clean people, its vacant,
and hey are you, you know?
and hey are you being careful?
and hey are you luke warm?
hey ya you are,
I'm frantic, so load me up,
whatever puts me all the way out.
picture yourself, swimming in an ocean,
a million miles from nowhere, and the nearest phone,
theres bodies in the water,
floating all around you,
and all of them are talking,
and they're comedians,
and hey are you, you know?
and hey are you special?
and hey are you deformed?
hey ya you are,
I'm frantic, so load me up,
this seems so practiced,
me fucking this up,
whatever puts me all the way out.
picture yourself, at the mgm grande,
murphy's fighting ockham, you're in the stands,
and somebody in the water,
in the middle of the ocean,
a million miles from nowhere,
and they're alone,
I'm there alone, so deformed,
I'm frantic, so load me up,
this seems so practiced,
so take me all the way out,
whatever puts me all the way out.
Matthew Good Band -- Load Me up -- Beautiful Midnight
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