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What Are the Odds?
03:42
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Thought I heard your car from the balcony
I'm trying to rid this sovereign sick
Then you split the scene
Leaving me in dreams
You slipped me a little death so I
Wake up and I still think that you're here
Cause I'm bound to fall down every morning after
Crush me in the dark
Fill my head with stars
Menthol breath, put me to rest
Apple on my head
Kill the air instead
I slept through every hint
And missed what heaven sent
Wake up and I still think that you're here
Cause I'm bound to fall for every morning after
Repetition rewinds, now you're leaving
So will you stay for one more morning after
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2. |
In Effigy
02:44
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I’ll call you again in two weeks
we’ll collide and then
we’ll fall asleep
when they close down the bar
drove to the state line
and back cause you forgot a light
the water on your tongue dries up in the sun
salt in your lungs
cut your lip
take me with
when you slip
wrap my bone in your shirt
don’t know what it’s worth
don’t know what it’s worth
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3. |
Lemon Lime
03:23
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lemon lime in my head
for all the words you used to spend
sewing back my hems
like every sigh you used to send
never really knew i’d turn this blue
to give up everything just for you
there’s something wrong with my head
so meet me where the fluorescent bends
i don’t want this to end
so tell me that you won’t pretend
never really knew i’d turn this blue
to give up everything just for you
i never know just what to do
missed the years we found in my room
hiding in drunk afternoons
i’d give up everything for you
lemon lime in my head
so i’ll choose nothing instead
wish you were here again
now i’m slipping instead
something wrong with my head
(lightning on your tongue)
so i’ll choose nothing instead
(tell me i’m the one)
you’re not here again
(the storm drains out my ears)
now i’m slipping instead
(I wasted all these years)
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4. |
Pretend to Sleep
02:38
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Should've left your room
Lights are on, you're back too soon
Tune out what I say
Showed me all your new tattoos
Only 8am
Lay down with your back towards me
Tracing the lines on your skin
Spell out words I don't believe
It makes me feel so wrong
Think I knew you for too long
The sky was red today
You didn't care just looked away
Only 8am
Lay down with your back towards me
Tracing the lines on your skin
Spell out words I don't believe
Water from the sink spills out
All your letters on the floor
I could leave myself
Like I do everything else
Only 8am
Only 8am
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5. |
Memory from Last Year
03:59
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I stay away from all the noise
Inside here
Run down the water on my face
Close my eyes and disappear
Run down the water on my face
I'm finally alone
All the walls are stained
Loudest voices turn to rain
Let go of the fear
Hiding the memory from last year
I let it fall away that time
We're back now
You always tell me that it's fine
I'll let you just unfound
You trust me when i cut the line
Circling around
All the walls are stained
Loudest voices turn to rain
Let go of the fear
Hiding the memory from last year
Stay away from the street where it was
I can't wait for the day when it's gone
Stay away from the street where it was (everything happened here, let it all just disappear)
I will wait for the day when it's gone (everything happened here, let it all just disappear)
All the walls are stained
Loudest voices turn to rain
Let go of the fear
Hiding the memory from last year
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