1. |
boxing tapes
02:56
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just one more dying quail a week
go back to new york city
unpack your boxing tapes
and you home horror movies
won't you stretch another story
and just go out and get married
expose the brick wall for what it is
won't you tie your hair up tight
and let me love you
press your chest against the glass
and stare a hole right through me
let the salt dissolve completely
make my feet seem like graffiti
the servants are all out of fight
i'm not the astronaut you're looking for
but i know those kind
she blinked and remembered
a fire she started entirely with her mind
we watched holograms like reruns
we snow-globbed the housed haunted
we swam in those rose gold rings
it started screaming from the top of that eerie tree
my heart at my hip-side he was thankfully sleeping
you dwell in space
i prefer the fog
you were my only friend
i was your only friend
i am your only friend
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2. |
dance
03:23
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there's a god alight
he's a dodgers fan
he's pushing on my bruises
i refuse to let her know she got me good
i'm coughing in my sweatshirt
wishing i could stay in the cave all day and night
she self-proclaimed her magic
and she read my mind
dance with me in the kitchen
like a bull in a china shop
you're far too out sweets
she screamed from her warm beach seat
stay where i can see you
i love you too fucking much
and she's got a lot of drugs in her system
stay where i can see you
and if that water hits your knees
you can guarantee you're in deep shit
stay where i can see you
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trumpets and cellos
02:35
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will you drink a beer while i shower
where have all the boats gone and come from
scream your lungs scratch sing louder
put on your ears and listen to the archers
i called you up in a panic
sleeping
we should be the ones celebrating
but you're haunting me
you're haunting me
you haunted me
i heard my name in your kitchen
she was the trumpets and cellos
it was apparent who god was
moans in my bones
i slept in that sickness
will you drink a beer while i shower
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4. |
the architech
02:54
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you huddle up
around the couch
pretend that god sings from your mouth
you bash the lights
that aren't your own
and claim that you're the chosen ones
she tore me down
you built me up love
i held a fist full
when you crawl in bed at night
do you pretend that i was only imagined
when you fall asleep at night
do you wish that i never even happened
like i do you
the architect knows she owns you
how many of me will you go through
she made it up love
you drank it down
she held the goosebumps
that blackened our lungs shut
when crawl in bed at night
do you pretend that i was only imagined
when you fall asleep at night
do you wish that i never even happened
like i do you
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