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I'll Say Nothing
03:09
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I was born with a rusty spork in my mouth
With no sense of direction its hard to tell when things are going south
You worry about that, so do I
I look at you and I want to cry
Cause as clever as we are, we're losers
Yes as clever as we are, we're losers
I didn't wake up today
To have you all up in my face
What has cause this fall from grace?
Now I've got nothing nice to say
We ought to throw our phones in the river
Can anyone save my forsaken liver?
He's gonna throw it all away, oh well
You can tell he's not here for very much longer
time is relative while feelings grow
stronger
I didn't wake up today
To have you all up in my face
What has cause this fall from grace?
Now I've got nothing nice to say
So I'll say nothing
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2. |
Stiff Jean (TY)
02:44
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Good luck brain and goodnight moon
I'll get it straight real real soon
Is this right? Is this my room.
It comes together tomorrow afternoon
Stiff jean you're making me feel some kind of way
Tryna think for myself with all this shit in the way
Stiff jean jacket, baby, like you told me to stay
I'm doing things for myself and thats ok.
Why do you play dead all of the time?
Is this your first time being alive?
Hey babe oh well, I'm just gathering intel.
Stiff jean you're making me feel some kind of way
Tryna think for myself with all this shit in the way
Stiff jean jacket, baby, like you told me to stay
I'm doing things for myself and thats ok.
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3. |
In My Room
02:38
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Stormy weather calls for sweaters
Don't sweat it.
I'll learn to do me for your sake
I'll learn to make due
The holes in my wall make me feel small
In my
In my room
In my room
In my room
Tranquil is the day in which I can say
"play that song for me" and pay
The attention that the curves of your face deserve
Honestly I wanna be a honey bee and serve
In a valley of listless lupines with few things on my mind, but
I'm in no mood to fantasize
I'm in no mood to glorify
That which I am not
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4. |
Shoot
02:57
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I go outside
To clear my mind
Of your posthumous sillage
No, I don't mind
It just takes one child to burn down a village
Chill out
Calm Down
Waves acquiesce like a fugue of wilderness
What a mess, what a mess
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5. |
Airplane Mode
03:46
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My friends
Don't trust me to make my own decisions
Well fair enough
My head is scrambled eggs
My legs weren't made for this.
Well honey, whats next?
You know I don't
Mind being alone
My phone
Left on airplane mode
You know I don't
Mind being alone
My phone
Left on airplane mode
Book ends
Got me thinking bout my own beginings
A heart mends
But grows back different in the event
Its spent on careless fucks
Well, honey good luck
You know I don't
Mind being alone
My phone
Stuck on airplane mode
You know I don't
Mind being alone
My phone
Left on airplane mode
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6. |
Thrill
03:01
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The most valuable thing
you can do is to
continue, continue being you
;~*
Environmental science and fucking with the clients
of pop culture cults, its prolly not their fault
But still
The thrill
Its funny how the brain works
with prickly thorns and quick quirks
And I can't find the words for you but
thats not from a lack of trying, darling I'm dying
Its funny how the brain works
with prickly thorns and quick quirks
And I can't find the words for you but
thats not from a lack of trying
My advanced sp is king fisher blue
And sometimes you are to
Which is cool, I mean
I'm here, I mean
You might be growing bored of living in a body
your eyesight's gone to shit and your hearing's getting shoddy
But still
The thrill
It would be kinda cool to live outside the pool
of human interaction, the shallow attraction
of a physical world
of a physical world
Its funny how the brain works
with prickly thorns and quick quirks
And I can't find the words for you but
thats not from a lack of trying, darling I'm dying
Its funny how the brain works
with prickly thorns and quick quirks
And I can't find the words for you but
thats not from a lack of trying
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The visions dancing in my mind
The early dawn, the shades of time
Twilight crawling through my windowpane
Am I awake or do I dream,
The strangest pictures I have seen
Night is day and twilight's gone away
With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies
It's either real or it's a dream
There's nothing that is in between
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Away from me.
Across the night I saw your face
You disappeared without a trace
You brought me here, but can you take me back
Inside the image of your light
That now is day and once was night
You lead me here and then you go away.
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Away from me.
You brought me here, but can you take me back again?
With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies
It's either real or it's a dream
There's nothing that is in between
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Away from me.
I only meant to stay, oh I only meant to stay
For a little while.
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8. |
Bedroom Window
02:24
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Mom I hear the birds they're singing through my bedroom window
Although I know that I should go
I stay in bed
Fill my head with surreal nature and adventure
I venture through the fibers of my past where nothing lasts
and I learned too fast
Take me back, leave me alone.
I won't, although you know
I really really really really want to
Remember that time your hand smelt sick?
Quick running in the rain
You're running running running running
For twenty two years I've felt a little weird
Confessing my fears in front of a minor
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you
I am that fool you can't see through
I guess that worked out pretty well for you
Mom I hear the birds they're singing through my bedroom window
Is it you?
Is it you?
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9. |
Still Green
03:17
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Memories always bring out old feelings, buckling knees
None of these jokers know me anymore
I checked my bags at the door
I believe bristling burs will cling to me make me pay for these words
Probably, I'm never to sure of
Things to come, of things that were
Though I am forsaken, if I'm not mistaken
I'm still in all of your dreams
Believe me, I'm sorry
What did I believe in so viscerally?
I am still green, regrettably
How could I believe in something I couldn't see?
Apparently I have lost touch with reality, poor unfortunate me
A parody of myself, I play a shelved antiquity
Though you are a skeptic, I've studied your metric
I've learned how you choose to move, believe me you've
Got nothing to prove
What did I believe in so viscerally?
I am still green, regrettably
How could I believe in something I couldn't see?
I am still green
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10. |
Are You Still With Me?
04:10
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There's not much to be said
When all your friends are dead or gone
And if you thought what to say
Well what would that change?
I'm a motherless fawn
Hey, are you still with me?
Or have you fallen asleep?
Oh, you look so sleepy
Hey, are you still with me?
Or have you fallen asleep?
Oh, you look so sleepy
I miss my mother I wish I could love her
The way she loved me, I hope she's happy
I'm doing much better
I'm with a bird of a feather
You wouldn't believe how she
Thought what to say
In her sweet and tender way
It almost felt wrong
Gin, green chartreuse
They helped me move
My life along
Hey, are you still with me?
Or have you fallen asleep?
Oh, you look so sleepy
Hey, are you still with me?
Or have you fallen asleep?
you look so sleepy
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
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Legume Detroit, Michigan
Liam McNitt
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