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Peach Juice
02:01
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Peach juice
Early morning hesitancy
Wet grass
Water shed the best of me
I'll never come back again
It's better off memory
Forget the acquaintances
They won't remember me
Mirror, mirror, how you been?
See myself, but can't see in
Brother, brother, stop the car
I don't want to go no more
Mirror mirror, how you been?
See myself, but can't see in
Brother, brother, call me soon
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2. |
The King in Yellow
05:05
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Sad little shrine
Dangerous deeds
Casual comforts
Ending of me
Crashed up cadillac
Green fire
Backwards post-it notes expire
Sealed up envelope
Slashed tires
I will never show my power
Soft empty sheets
Dishes, machines
Can’t you come up tomorrow
Ending of me
Crashed up cadillac
Green fire
Backwards post-it notes expire
Sealed up envelope
Slashed tires
I will never show my power
Copper wire
Strangles the tree
Top of the weathervane
Top of the other things
Crashed up cadillac
Green fire
Who you calling someone’s liar?
Sealed up someone else’s tires
I will never show my power
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3. |
Perennial
02:56
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Not far off from burning down the pine trees
Sick of everything green
How many sentimental earrings have we lost here?
City seems like bad year
Sand keeps falling from my shoes
But it's been a long time since I last saw seaside
Those streets were like a living room
Have a seat where you choose, ancient stones will hold you
Kept a spare in my closet
Never knew what caused it to whisper gently
When I had nowhere to go
Records holding in the back room
Long enough to make you ache
For those times back then
For those times back then
Who will you bring to the party next year?
Too many questions floating out there
I am not far off from burning down the pine trees
Makes me sick, I hate the way they stay green
How many sentimental earrings have we lost here?
Don't make this a bad year
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4. |
Desert Fish
06:34
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Hands tied in broken stems
I never told you, you're a flower
Wounds cut with nothingness
Some people live like desert fish
Tethered to the dark again
I never told you, you're a flower
Why does it always come to this?
The line is long, the line is thin
Some people live
Like desert fish
Tethered to the dark again
I never told you, you're a flower
Wounds cut with nothingness
Some people live like desert fish
Some people live
Like desert fish
Some people live
Like desert fish
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5. |
Hurricane Stew
03:35
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Bit me once, shame on you
Don't you know what your teeth can do?
Beat up shed and a bottle of blue
Watercolor rush and a sorry stung view
Little bow Laura and her hurricane stew
Sycamore syrup and that cup you always used
Half a mind to tell you that a half a mind won't do
Never saw a sliver of what you were tryna prove
Carving out a bottle just to have a little taste
There's something kinda funny in your un-ironic haste
Something always seething in the next to out of place
Carving out a seat in case I wanna see that race
Little bow Laura and her hurricane stew
Sycamore strangers with that window looking through
Half another story and I've finally got a clue
Half another something and I'm half another you
Hurricane stew
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Milky IPA, cut lip
I never will get over it
Your hand, my shirt
Keep breathing in
Last I heard you weren't my friend
Last I heard, I heard again
The bird play backwards song again
Grifters weep for cigarette
The sound of startled, clearing throat
I never will get over it
The moon has kept me in this cage
The sound of you around my neck
I never will get over it
Last I heard you weren't my friend
Last I heard, I heard again
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7. |
Blueprints
03:20
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Dog's been dead underground in the backyard since I last saw you
Kept your favorite toothpaste sitting in the cabinet case you thought you'd wanna have it
After all this time
Left field seems like it's got a lotta things coming my way
Deep breath and a knowing nod every time I look away
Live long, or let's just not think about it
Sand is good to bury
Sand is good to bury
Hey man, get off my front lawn, can't you see I'm trying?
Trying to grow a gray hair
Hey man, get off that horse, it's giving me the side eye
Giving me a hard time
After all this time
Kept your favorite toothpaste sitting in the cabinet,
‘Case you wanna grab it
Live long, or let's just not think about it
Sand is good to bury
Sand is good to bury
Live long, or let's just not think about it
Sand is good to bury
Keep some on my front lawn
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I hate going outside
Robots roam with their turbine eyes
Do you know what it's like to buy the paper?
This time
I don't wanna meet at the party
This time
I don't wanna dream of your arteries
Maybe later
I'll pour the brandy
And think about chandeliers
I hate going outside
Robots roam with their turbine eyes
Radio riot and the cellular skies
Disco Dracula skates by
Maybe later
I'll pour some brandy
And think about chandeliers
Do you know what it's like to buy the paper?
Maybe later
I'll pour some brandy
And think about chandeliers
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Crusade
03:31
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Don't let me die
On this hill
Lose one more fight
And I'll die
On this hill
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10. |
Western Medicine
04:35
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This will make the rain hurt less
Open up, let a little in
You've been spending all your time in bed
Make some space, for me to get in
Lately you've been sleeping on my hair
Saying that I never really cared
Do you think I never really cared?
Step into my office, sir
Moments vaporate like air
I'm not mad, no I'm just cured
Lights will shine for those who've heard
Maybe, I'm falling down the drain pipe
Maybe, I've lost the things in my sight
Maybe, I'm feeling sorta strange, these
Things happen so quickly
I'm ready, will you
Step into my office, sir
Moments vaporate like air
I'm not mad, no I'm just cured
Lights will shine for those who've heard
I'm not mad, no I'm just cured
I'm just cured
Just cured
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