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me is the home

from even out by Esoteric Tapioca

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you wait to drink till it's after dark
because its late and it doesn't matter
and you don't think that I can read your thoughts
but I can't hate them, because you have them
giving time can only crowd your clock
you only take them when you want them
feeling fine until you blow your top
and you ain't fakin' when you're frownin
fleeing the lift
you want to put yourself
inside a prison cell
free is the gift
if you want to use it
you can let yourself be well
leave it alone
if when it makes you sick
you can't get through it
me is the home
you can come down to
when you know you're losing
touch
me only when you need my touch
I don't waste it when you grab me
and what I say doesn't matter much
yo, I can fake it - that I'm happy
I always ache when I see your cuts
I'm not ashamed to have a heart still
when you're breaking I could be your crutch
if it's a game then we're at a stand-still
fleeing the lift
you want to put yourself
inside a prison cell
free is the gift
if you want to use it
you can let yourself be well
leave it alone
if when it makes you sick
you can't get through it
me is the home
you can come down to

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from even out, released January 1, 2007

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Esoteric Tapioca Chicago

My name is Mark. This is my music project. I live in Chicago and play shows around town at galleries and cafes and basements and lofts and ballrooms and communes. I make all this music myself. Sometimes people help me too. All the songs are written and recorded by me. I hope you like it. ... more

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