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Lookout Mountain
03:37
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My legs are made of paper when you touch me like you used to
And I can feel you breaking off
Just forget about the way you loved me
Laying on the rug and dreaming
My bare skin is teeming with such disgust
Mayday, mayday. I've cut the cord.
I had some friends, but not no more.
I'm trying harder, I'm doing my best.
But I can't forget the shape of her dress.
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2. |
Rasselas
03:56
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We saw the pyramids,
or holding cells,
of bodies caught in the pursuit
of happiness in other lives
or lack thereof.
We met hermits that knew everything
about math and planets,
but nothing of a friendly touch.
We cried like babies when our friend was kidnapped,
but were happy for the first time ever
when we bought her back.
We realized happiness does not exist
without all of this bad.
The things we saw
and the lessons learned
should've hurt.
But it only brought closure.
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3. |
Shrapnel Dress
06:24
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I can still feel your lips against my cheek.
I wear your lipstick stains with pride.
I look into your eyes and smile back.
The seconds tick and I am lost.
Now, you're wearing a shrapnel dress.
I am such a mess.
I can still feel you in my chest
and I swear to God that I'm doing my best
I am such a mess
(I swear I'll try my best)
I can still feel you in my chest
(My heart's been beating less)
Every blank wall is your face.
Every curtain is your dress.
I lost you in the wreckage
of a decaying mind
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4. |
Pollock
04:33
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Whoever heard of glass and knives?
Whoever heard of breaking a sweat?
Start with shards.
Forget about the bloodstains.
Press your filthy,
sweat-drenched hands
into everything you create.
Whoever heard of a studio with blank walls?
Whoever heard of such careful work?
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5. |
Warren (Die Alone)
04:45
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I don't want you to see me like this,
with tear stains on the sleeve of your jacket.
I don't want to overwhelm you,
just take me home and forget about it.
Can we call it a day and just go home?
I think I'd rather be alone.
I'm trying to solve these problems in my head.
But, now, I'm losing you instead.
I never really could quite get through to you
Your clever words are just a disguise
To hide how you truly feel inside
Will you still be by my side
when I feel there's nothing left?
I need someone to remind
me why I'm still alive.
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Pinebox Oxford, Mississippi
Some racket-makin' good boys from Mississippi
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