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Art
02:03
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You’re not good at much but you’re good at trying and that’s good enough for me. You may be the artist, but you’re also the art, hang yourself up in the gallery. People will stop and stare, it’s plain to see, all of your scratched paint and ink. Light from the window casts shadows and spells. What is your purpose? It’s kinda hard to tell.
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Green Donuts
03:12
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Buildings white just like your eyes, I think it came as a surprise when you stumbled in gone half nine. “Have you listened to this song? I don’t know what’s going on?” You said, gone ten. Getting high on the last night of the trip, your bad, your first time. Getting lost in a place you don’t belong in, my bed, your side. All goes quiet, look outside, plans are foiled no time to hide. Back in our room by midnight. Kinda tired, but it’s been fun, tomorrow I should see my mum. Fall asleep gone one. Church watch the painters they might move.
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Comfort In That Tarmac
03:07
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All alone on a Monday night, I feel the hairbands on my wrist becoming tight. Back then it was so simple when I looked outside and couldn’t wait to be with them. I find it hard to find it recently, a strength I used to hold so patiently, the presence of which I could never see until I look back on it now. I still remember a year ago. That morning we walked down the centre of the road, it was 4 am and we hadn’t slept. I had never felt more alive in my whole life. Everyday is the day I will make a fresh start if there’s anymore to be had. Because 4am is neither day nor the opposite, in our on foot transit pack I found comfort in that tarmac.
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6 Months Maybe
01:20
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I'll let my teeth out of line if I want. I'll let you back into my life if I want. I am living on my bed. It's kinda hard to comprehend all these thoughts that are in my head that I don't want to share with anyone.
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Free Rooms
02:19
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Let me sit down next to you. We can talk about that frog tattoo, and how the future scares me to death. Sign my papers, find me time, I'll play you music no one likes. Sign my papers, find me time, I'll play music just to get me by. Find your free rooms in the halls. Untaken we claim as our own until we are disrupted again. Nowhere to go.
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Multicolour Mohawk
02:33
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“Could I please have the honour of basking in your limelight? It’d be my pleasure / a delight”. Not this time. Somebody really needs to put you in your place, right now I can’t look you in the face. Put your middle name as your first, I cannot think of anything worse. I can just tell you’re waiting for more, standing by that door like a common --. Stand on someones feet then point the blame. Please just stop playing this game.
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The other month wasn't real, I wish I'd never ever gotten by on all those words. "Your hands are nice", that's what you said, but I don't see what you saw in that. Fluff from you're socks has left my bed. It's all I seemed to have to remember, but now you've left my bed. The marks on my shoulders have all gotten older long gone faded away. How long did they stay?
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Mum And Dad
03:28
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In other towns like Mum and Dad. Lets not end up like Mum and Dad. Back living with Mum or Dad. Back leaching from Mum or Dad. I'm grateful for my Mum and Dad. I'm sorry to my Mum and Dad.
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Does Anybody Know ??
02:44
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Please hold my hands, I'm sorry they're cold it's just I haven't been home in a while. Please just smile and show me that you're doing alright. I'll open my chest, fill it with knives and then I'll sow myself up and they'll be non the wiser. Don't hide the fact that you're crying, being something real can be real tiring. I will go out but I won't go out with style. It all blows out like a candle in the aisle of a church without any doors. Does anyone know what this is for?
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I understand it’s hard. I will not be alarmed if you fall apart. Stop holding it in let it out your mouth, and stop hiding it with these silly games. “Don’t be afraid my dear, I will hold you close and you can speak into my ear. Everything is going to be okay” Well that’s what I’d want to hear.. Death is a funny word to say. Let alone how it controls your day. I just wanted you to keep in mind that you’ll be alive no matter what happens in time. You have nothing to fear.
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I wanted you to be my friend, there's no good in pretending. Now all we have left isn't worth much of anything.
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Your skin is dragging on the floor, you trust that paperclips will hold it up, but not for long. Questions ran away from you they’re all you’ve got. You are what you what you are what you are. Run up a mountain to get away from the scars. Afraid of what you’ll do when you get to far.
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It's All The Same
01:20
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Wires in my brain like your neon stain. Held hands hold tight. I'm not true now for feeling this way. Nothing happens anymore. Soft feet light work. Soft tongue reads book. It's all the same.
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