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who knows
02:39
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tell me honestly, did it even cross your mind
to pace yourself, to trust your instincts
and hold yourself back to keep from failing
well i can tell you now im not going down without a fight
or some say in this
ill let you know if ive lost interest
all lack of self respect. in my room you're undressing. why must you be so condescending? you've been found out. i've my doubts regarding the future. you've skinny legs, short in stature. an early morning toke clears your head, dulls your senses. i ponder death, you crave attention.
you have my attention.
feral intentions and blatant disregard for anyone other than the two of us involved (i like to think that i'm courageous. i like to think that i'm a lot of things) i'll never be the man i was made to be.
it happened out of loneliness and distorted sense of self
all because we liked the way it felt
just because we like the way it feels to fall apart
now i think i see the person that you truly are
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reiterate or whatever
01:57
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where was i when you needed me most? we left off on a bad note, cut ties, just grew apart. do you still think of me the way you thought of me last year? will you stay here til im old and you're old? til we die and rot inside a hole i'll reiterate "i shouldn't have let you go"
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500 Miles cover
03:46
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Song in April
01:14
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you cut your hair so all the boys would stare, well the joke here is on you
you painted up your arms and thought you looked so strong but you don't even know what's happened to you. no, i don't know what happened to you.
while i'm away you dress only to impress and now all the boys are staring at you
you always get what you want, well is this what you wanted and are you pleased now that nobody glances at me?
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trapped in a box
pixelated conversations are all that we can have
til we're dead in a box
separate cages
we'll call yours cambridge
and we'll call mine whatever the fuck you'd like
i doubt the sea would ever bring you to me but i guess that's why there are boats and things. and it's all we've got for now
i don't know what time it is when you're waking up or you're drunk as shit
but i'm high as hell as i'm writing this and i hope that you at least liked it?
(wow)
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a cover
02:59
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oh yes
03:15
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knotty
02:54
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There were knots in your hair when your mind wondered up
through the cracks in a flower on a table cloth. your mind wandered off.
there were holes in your pockets, there were fees. you know goddamn well that living ain't free. there were knots in your hair. you were much too young, they said. when they put you in the ground i had to look away. where have you been now? are you at least eating well? tell me theres a difference between heaven and hell. are there knots in your hair?
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Illinois
04:48
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no regrets
radios blaring through the hospital
a cigarette in your mouth
sleep on the floor, you've let me down
whisper soft
"for what it's worth, i thought you were golden"
at your birth your father commented on your hands, said that they would do great things some day.
you've got big, big plans.
you said "i feel like i did at 22, she was the last thing for me to lose"
now you live in illinois teaching high school girls and boys
but you still think of what you once had and how you can never get it back
so hold on to all the people who claim to love you
you'd find your peace in your religion
or lying on your back in my kitchen
what a shame it would be
if your love had never shaken me
if its grip had never met my throat
what a shame it is i ever let you go
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A Dream All Your Own
04:58
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i pray for north behind little lines
you don't know what's good for you, don't you know?
all you wanted was a dream all your own
realized life apart from you is no life at all
on second thought, this was neither of our faults
last lifeline
i let her too close
but that's my own damn problem
always let you too close
i search for north behind all my lies
i never know what's good for me, i don't know.
all you wanted was a dream all your own
realized life apart from you is no life at all
second guess myself, guess this was all my fault
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Beneath the Same Sun
02:24
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if you need me i'll be in the ground
buried with my bad jokes
who's laughing now?
my body decaying, proving, proclaiming
we lost, what's done is done.
maybe it's unhealthy how you're too skinny and i'm always right
so place me where you want me
i'll go where you ask me
we'll still live beneath the same sun
i've been trying to be someone
who laughs at the sight of love
we lost, what's done is done.
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sway
03:14
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you made up your mind
nobody can sway you
went about it all wrong
now he's made his mark on you
oh, my god
where the hell were you?
is it so wrong to doubt my faith in you?
i've witnessed your love
faltered in your absence
i've no prayers for you
or expectation of this lasting
you say you know God
but I don't see Him in you
who am i to talk?
i guess i never really knew you.
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14. |
number 2
03:14
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15. |
trak3
03:34
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