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apple core
05:02
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restlessness sets in when I'm thinking about the tender taste of your skin
salty and obscene, you don't call me when you have bad dreams
you never did
the space that it does take to occupy a single moment in time
and I don't know you, sometimes I think that I might like to
and you don't know me
the tender hearted trials,
your mother's only child
do you still feel the space you could not find the bravery to take?
and I don't know you, sometimes I think that I might like to though
and you don't know me
restless head when I'm thinking about someone I haven't met yet
stinging pride when I think about how long it's been since the last time I imagined I felt loved
I started to cry when I realized I don't know it's like
and I don't know you, sometimes I think that I might like to
and you don't know me
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2. |
soft sabotage
03:31
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if love is all I have then what is all over my hands?
you say the wrong things the right way
prop me up, I'm your scarecrow
in the field where the wildflowers grow
I say the wrong things the right way
if lust is all I have then what is all over my hands?
we say the wrong things the right way
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superstitious
03:56
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i woke up feeling like a new man
feeling like someone you could learn to trust
are you still thanking the stars for telling you where you are?
are you still moving your feet towards the ocean perpetually?
promise you'll never need no circles of salt to protect yourself from me
cause i woke up feeling like a new man
feeling like someone you could learn to trust
if i could the way, i'd give you that light too
honey baby, i'd give it all to you
don't let that darkness hang too heavy on your eyelids,
all you need's a kiss to remind you where you fit
i woke up feeling like a new man
feeling like someone you could learn to love
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the apparition waltz
03:53
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down the alleyways of the avenues I'm dancing with the ghost of you
in that old abandoned house we took off all our clothes
you showed me the best of you
what's a boi to do when true love turns it's back?
what's a boi to do when his head's stuck in the past?
blue eyes crying in the rain, if you saw me now you'd swear I'd gone insane, babe
I'm just mourning you, cause what's a boi to do
dancing down on 4th street, the place where you first kissed me
and you know I hate to say but that ghost of yours, she's much nicer than you ever could be
what's a boi to do when true love turns it's back?
what's a boi to do when his head's stuck in the past?
down the alleyways of the avenues, I'm dancing with the ghost of you
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5. |
delayed gratification
04:21
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I always get what I want
it’s been such a long time since I knew what that was
and they habits do change
but I seem to stay just the same
I could build you a palace
made of rubble and broken promises
wouldn’t do us much good
I’ve walked around my whole life
in the dark
love is such a tricky word
for creatures like me
so comfortable to give and give and give
but so hard to receive
and I’ve spent my whole life with my hands open
just waiting and waiting
I always get what I want
I can’t say I’ve ever known what that was
bracing myself for the great outpourin’
of something that I can’t touch
with palms open
and mouth shut
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6. |
out to lunch
01:55
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off to work, I'm a jerk, I love you so much
sometimes I use it as a crutch
out to lunch, lately I've been afraid to say what's really on my mind
guess I just need some time
home from work, you're a jerk, I love you anyways
so we count the days till we get paid
color books, made you look, life's not so bad
but I really miss what we had
sometimes we're really sad
go to bed, sleepyhead, you're the love of my life
wanna grow old with you twice
coulda said more than I did, but it's alright
shoulda said more than I did, but it's alright
go to bed, sleepyhead, you're the love of my life
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7. |
squeezed into your shirt
03:26
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i've been admiring the gaps between your teeth
I’ve been noticing the softness of your speech
and I’ll tell you a secret
sure hope you will it
I still use the old tricks
to get by
I’ve been envying the glisten in your eyes
thought I’d bottle up for a bad day, call it mine
and I’ll tell you a secret,
sure hope that you’ll keep it
I still use the old tricks
to get by
time moves awful slow in a bubble
but I don’t mind a bit the trouble
you seem to keep tight to your chest
another type of restin' in the depths
I’ll tell you a secret,
sure hope you can keep it
I still use the old tricks
to get by
I’ve been admiring the gaps between your teeth
I've been noticing the glisten of your face
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8. |
cautious comfort
03:32
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there's something you wanna say, I can feel it
your tongue's heavy with the taste, spilling all over the room
if you give me a piece of yours, I'll give you a piece of mine
don't worry a thing about it, I do it all the time
call me on your way home
let me know your made it safe
call me on your way home
let me know that you're okay
love as a mirror, held right up to your face
doesn't leave much room to hide
but you won't need the space
call me on your way home
let me know you made it made safe
call me on your way home
let me know that you're okay
if you give me a piece of yours, you can have a piece of mine
don't worry about it, baby
I do it all the time
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monster strut Hattiesburg, Mississippi
bedroom acoustic.
all guts, no glory.
real tuff, exquisitely soft.
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