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destitute (sc2un sh4re)
01:27
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i dont know what happened to u
fucked off never had a clue
face planted down
looking for a way out
and ive been feeling like time is on your side
even if it doesnt seem like it
today
destitute artist at heart
lost in the meaning of it all
youre gonna leave me tongue tied
and look at me look at you
look away for a little while
this isnt something u
can rush oh oh oh
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3. |
i know (flexii)
02:05
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lift off
take one good last look
the memories will keep me awake
forgot
what life was like before
the constant stutter stops and endless breaks
do you miss me
when im gone for a while
do you let the hours pass without tears
would u hate me
if i stayed another night
and i know
that u know
that u want me to
take the next flight home
just to see u
and i know that
you could be right
but theres no time left
to say goodbye
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4. |
when im older
01:45
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ive been waiting
all this time for
you to see me
in the right your
voice is cold your
hands are colder
will i look right
when im older
and you wont
see me again
the light in
the tunnel grows thin
mirrors up my
legs are numb
balloons are on the
makeups gone im
sound asleep
forgot the week left
all my hope in
rotten dreams its
getting late im
here to stay the
basement steps feel
cold today the
dress i found is
broken now its
torn apart left
on the ground
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5. |
forgot2
01:25
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6. |
wait4u
01:25
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dont forget me
i played my part
eyes wide open
nails are scarred
broken rottwn
stupid art
follow gently
through the heart
and i know that you
like to see me
as an artist
drowned in meaning
plastered all over
the tv
fake the message
and the feeling
look what i made
is it pretty
is it honest
can you see me
would you put it
on your tv
do you think it
has a meaning
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9. |
underbrush +coy
01:55
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do you remember
last december
when the rocks and grass collected for a while
broken rotten
nearly forgotten
the fungal outgrowths kept at your side
would you believe me
if i said its over
its locked in the past tense once again
do you hate me
all over again
i couldnt blame you even if i tried
[leastfavorite! chorus]
when u talked into the wind
u said words u'd never say again
so that we could play pretend
over all you hadn't spoken
we were walking toward the end
and at last i think we'd both known
when the flowers grew again
they would wrap around our headstone
and the walls kept closin in
and it starts to feel constrictive
talk of how it all began
lose ourselves in retrospective
put my hand against ur cheek
i'd be remiss to leave another touch
i'll run out of words to speak
and i'll fall into the underbrush
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10. |
let me go (shibes)
01:53
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take some time off
im not gonna quit
theres no way im going back
on all this shit
if you leave dont let me know
dont say a word
when i sleep ill forget everything
i heard
dont let me go
its what you asked for
but thats not what you meant
the bright pink sparkling sky
you said you dreamt
when all the rest is gone
tell me whats next
would the picture on the ground
say nothing less
its too late to take time
its too late to slow down
its too late to reflect
on a different outcome
just let me go
please just let me go
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