1. |
Made of Clay
02:24
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He is not
today,
He is made
of clay,
Everybody wants to
meet him,
but no one see his way,
Everybody wants to
be him
made of clay.
Strange is not
the word,
Weird is not
so strange.
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2. |
Cordelia
01:56
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Cordelia,
don't ever let them see your face.
It's too much for them to handle,
the beauty that surrounds you.
Cordelia,
don't ever waste the time of the day,
Wondering what's around you,
it's not worth confinement.
Your prism face swirled,
contraband words,
your bow in your long dark hair.
Your prism face swirled,
contraband words,
you swear that it's not fair.
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Quinn Kennedy New Jersey
Alternative Rock, Experimental and Folk Based in Lo-Fi ethos.
NJ/NYC
open.spotify.com/artist/6OcUXSfYfqamMmhR54Y5YC
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