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Around Anymore
01:07
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i crashed my girlfriend's car in my dreams
i've been thinking hard what does that mean
she used to love me now she don't come around anymore
i was pruning all my faults now i'm a fucking bore
i had a good friend now she buys drugs on the weekend
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Hammer
01:34
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broke my promise
make me honest
somebody hurt you bad
somebody made you sad
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Saying Goodbye
01:19
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tell me something i don't know
i'm tired and i want to go home
you left me standing there
crying in the snow
crying in the snow
now i've got somebody else
and god ain't she kind
i only hope it won't end at all
cause i'm tired of saying goodbye
i'm tired of saying goodbye
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4. |
Skip
02:16
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i'll watch a french film and fall asleep
i will take pills and skip school this week
cause you depress me
cause you are lovely
and i don't think i am
you'll sit beside me and talk about your boyfriend
horror movies and what you'll do this weekend
and i am lonely
and sort of witchy
but you totally get me
so i can't complain
i'll watch a french film and fall asleep
i will take pills and skip school this week
cause you depress me
cause you are lovely
and i don't think i am
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5. |
Adolescence
04:43
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i've got monsters underneath my bed
i keep a close watch on the things inside your head
i left my feathers in a phone booth
where i stood trying to call you
instead of holding onto my shy and timid tongue
she'd love me if i was alex g
what the hell is wrong with me
i feel dreamy i feel stupid i feel alone
adolescence is haunted i grew old
aging backwards in the sour milk sea
what the hell is wrong with me
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6. |
Slushdog
00:55
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we kissed on empty stomachs
we kissed on empty hearts
weekends i saw it coming
weekends don't push too hard
or you may get what's coming to ya
you make it worth living don't ya
roses out my window fooled ya
kid you need a hobby don't ya
run from angela
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7. |
Art School
01:38
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i don't wanna think about my failures
or how i can't successfully draw that girl
i've got a crush on
cause just as soon as i graduate high school
i'm going out to college gonna learn how to use a pen
and i will draw you then
and the lines in your face will clearly demonstrate
and the curls in your hair will show those girls i care
i don't know how to say i care
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8. |
Gave
02:11
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angela's going for the gun
you're outside face stuck in the mud
tough shit you know you're just a kid
you're all talk you're nothing but spit
i gave my piss away
i gave it all away today
angela's trying to make amends
slurred speech while the pills fall from her hands
now i'm seeing you in the light of day
well i thought what's the worst thing i could say
i gave my piss away
i gave it all away today
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Magenta
03:14
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moonlight crawls in through a cold broken window
and catches itself on the edge of the sink
and it flows all so softly around the pepper stained widow
who's counting lost sheep as she drifts off to sleep
and the shepherd who died from complete lack of oxygen
took with him his staff to control the blue moon
now the wolves are all free to roam all about again
wearing pretty dresses and high heel shoes
where the sheets were once tangled and love breathed freely
hate now resides in that windowless room
reciting the names of the lovers who were greedy
taking with them the pure who had yet to bloom
and the painter heaves harshly through plastic thin air
for his ribcage is filled with birds and toxicity
now his brain it is aching for art's truest despair
that the one that you love is not the one that loves you, you see
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Seasons in the Sun
03:18
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goodbye my friend it's hard to die
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Cigarette
03:03
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i am feeling bad with my head against the wall
no one in my contacts that'd wanna speak to me at all
one more cigarette while i try and catch my breath
before i go to bed and fight what's in this head
and i've been thinking of dyeing my hair blue
i've been trying to stop thinking about you
but it's just so hard when all i wanna do is call you
cause i'm sorry and that's all i wanna say
but yea it sucks man when my feelings sound cliche
i don't know what to do and i don't know where to go
there's this girl down the road and she don't help much
but it's better than nothing, yea i guess.
and i am feeling sick, my legs are dangling
right off this ledge of which i hope will come tumbling
cause i wanna feel something, something different
my mom caught me smoking pot with my friends
and god i felt awful, like a disappointment
and i don't know what to do, i don't know where to go
i'm always there for you but when i'm in need
suddenly you flee
i am feeling scared alone in this dark
i wish you were here but you're not
one more cigarette while i try and catch my breath
before i go to bed and fight what's in this head
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12. |
Drinking Similes
03:19
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so this is the ending coming sooner than i thought
that's what i get for trusting all of these wrong clocks
they chime i whine i guess nothing really changes
i'm wrong you're right i guess nothing really died
except what i adore, accept what i adore
your bruises look like angels in the sun
wildflowers on ancient ankles sea men shouting "son!"
"please look away, she is poison.
singing for the stray and the lonely like yourself"
and the lonely parts of the hell
the lady with plastic smiles appears on my doorstep
drinking similes of naked hours and velvet
i dream in schemes i guess nothing's what it seems
please leave i've got a movie i need to see
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13. |
Small Talk
03:40
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nicotine wrists tell me are you afraid
dandelion lips
i don't guess i'm in love i wish i was
her hands are were covered in amulets
drenched in the sirens from the ambulance
and i don't know what to do with myself
when all my favorite people killed themselves
and i know someday, someday too
i will miss this room
small talk to try and bring me back down
i'm lost
she won't look my way that's best don't look at me
i burn myself with the slightest touch
it's been so long since i have felt this much
and i don't know what to do with myself
when all my favorite people killed themselves
and i know someday, someday too
i will miss this room
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