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Creature On A Wire
03:17
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I stopped smoking pot two days ago
My dreams came back like a violent undertow
As I watched you leave with your car keys
I imagined you wrecking
Guess that's just my anxiety or just my fear of losing everything
I stared at your ceiling last night
When will it all come together
Is this as good as I will ever see
Is this the last time that you'll see me
Everything you do is temporary as you move I'm documenting memories
I'm growing older and my grip grows tighter
On things I cannot hold, the thin of the wire
I'm walking on was never wider or higher
We're already falling somewhere in the grandeur
I'm growing older and my grip grows tighter
On things I cannot hold, the thin of the wire
I'm walking on was never wider or higher
We're already falling somewhere in the grandeur
I heard the tragic news today
29 gone between two states
And it could've been them
They were just miles away
What separates the dead and the living
But the place, the time of day, and what the judges have to say
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Big Enough
03:08
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Nothing quite as scary as the woman I love
She can make me heavy, make it hard to look up
She’s so fine
Wanna be her lady
She’s the woman I’ve been dreaming of
Nothing quite as heavy as the person you hide
Wading in the water on the inside
I’m so tired of
Breathing water
Wanna be the woman I’ve been swimming from
Nothing quite as scary as the woman I love
Woah, look in her eyes, I see heaven above
I’m so scared to talk to you
I wish you knew
You’re the one I’m thinking of
When I’m big enough
Nothing quite as scary as the woman I love
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3. |
Turn To Salt
02:58
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Naked in her room
She’s not the young girl under the moonlight
She has a new kind of shape
Moving in different ways
Under the new waves
Fighting the old ones
Waiting for something to happen
I used to have it in my sights
My mind it wanders
The pale little flowers that grew in my childhood yard
Time races forward, away and uncertain
Oh, I can remember them
I can remember the good parts
Naked in her room
She’s dressed in old scars from when she was growing
All of the uglier things
Spreading their wings in the winter
Becoming familiar
Waiting for springtime
Waiting to come back to heaven
I used to feel it in the light
My mind it wanders
The pale little flowers, the color I saw in his face
Time races forward, away and uncertain
Oh, I can remember him
16,425 days
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Distance
01:59
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I love the smell of the rain
I love the promise of spring
I love the days to myself without sayin’ a thing
I miss the hands I can’t hold
I miss the warmth near a friend
I miss the dance floor at one 'til there’s nowhere to stand
All this distance
And the open end
I try to focus my worries
On the change that’s ahead
I love the writing I’ve done and the lyin' in bed
I miss the thrill of a show
I miss staying out late
Even the late-night car rides to the store after eight.
All this distance
And the open end
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Traffic
03:01
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Standin’ in the road waiting for traffic
Know I got to move and know I might get hit
I told mama I’m going to a party
I’ll be bleeding in my bed til Sunday
Rollin’
Rollin’
With the punches ‘til I hear the door open
Standin’ in the road waiting for traffic
Caught a little fish gotta throw it back in
They don’t see the pond on the other side
Throw me in the fire for a plane I don’t want to fly
Rollin’
Rollin’
WIth the punches ‘til I’m back again
Standin’ in the road waiting for traffic
I hear the phone ring but know you don’t have it
Well temporary things can feel like the answer
It can feel like love when you wanna move faster
Waiting
Waiting
On the turn ‘til I can see the real thing
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Mary
02:39
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Mary, Mary
What do you do when you aren’t on your knees?
Did he say it was love? Did you do as you pleased?
Oh, Mary, Mary
What woman are you in the eyes of a king?
Did they say it for her? Did she say what she means?
‘Cause what’s a woman if she doesn’t write her own name?
That’s a woman by a man for his own gain
That’s Mary, Mary
They say it’s all that you wanted, an angel with his seed
They needed someone to hold it, making up the whole thing
Holy rollers with hands on what a woman should be
‘Cause what’s a woman if she doesn’t write her own play?
That’s a woman by a man of the same name
That’s Mary
Mary
Mary
Talkin’ for you and me
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All My Old Habits
03:11
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All my old habits
Revolve around lovers
In all of those spaces
Tucked under the covers
I know
That my hands
Were made for
Creation
TV says
I need your love to live
I’ve been living
Long enough without it
All my old habits
Revolve around contracts
With big expectations
And small explanation
I know
That my heart
Can catch more
Than one star
Culture says
A girl should settle down
I’ve been dancing
Without the knot to tie me down
All my old habits
Revolve around doubting
My first intuition
And trusting suggestion
I know
That my love
Was made for
Ingesting
Loneliness
Can break a woman down
Turn her eyes
WIthin and watch her power rise
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8. |
Sick Young Love
03:47
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Thinkin' of you again
Beatles on your skin
How I wish I hadn’t let you in
And how I wish I’d never let you go
Love and sickness and being young
Loving someone you outgrow
Thinkin' of you again
The sun and moon on your back
The rain cloud crying angry tears
The ink you set in younger years
Youth and sadness and broken homes
Cigarettes and broken bones
I want to think the best of you
But I don’t know who I’m thinking of anymore
Thinkin' of you again
And how it all began
22 and 24
Runaway and psych ward
Love and sickness and being young
Run with scissors down the hall
Thinkin' of you again
Your fingers on my skin
Your fingers typing on the phone
Angry and alone
Love and sickness and growing old
A friend I used to know
I want to think the best of you
But I don’t know who I’m thinking of anymore
I want to think the best of you
But I don’t know who you are anymore
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