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Wasted
you woke up with wasted
with friends
Wasted
you woke up wasted
and swore its near the end
Wasted
I swear I'm not wasted
again
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Had a dream you were walking
You had a kid in your arms
and when I woke up I realized
Your lullabies were just songs
and now they're singing alarms
I had a dream I owned several pairs of crutches
and they gathered dust in the corner of my room
but before I could see what they were good for
I woke up to my speakers blasting
Sun Kill Moon
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5. |
Play the Harmonica Pt. 1
02:44
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I was 5 when we got the door
never seen this much of you before
cradled with the others tight
Im sorry that was your last night
I was small and you were small
But you had your teeth and your claws
My arms couldn't keep you at first
it took a few years till we got well versed
You'd howl along with my tunes
I never knew to play but to you
It never changed a thing
Your voice was strong and I knew
that you loved me
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6. |
Inside the River Banks
04:08
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Take me with you
I can meet
at the river banks
I can meet you
Where the sun
Meets the trees
"Give yourself some balance
and love what you need"
Walls are closing
And I'm stuck to my bed
I'm so lost it hurts my head
Find the nurses
I'll wait at your feet
Thumbs
Petting your hands
You can't
speak
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8. |
Stars (and Shit Shows)
06:29
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Part 1:
I wanna be buried deep
Will you come for me?
Take apart my head
and show me what you dissect
I'll wear the dirt like sheets
and I'll freeze
Part 2:
I'm not the star of the show
should've known
but
whatever
I'm not the star of the show
should've known
but whatever
I'm not the star of the show
should've known
You
were better
I'm not the star of the show
The less I know
the more
I weather
I'm not the star of the show
I just wanna go home
but I know better
It's whatever
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9. |
Play the Harmonica Pt. 2
04:15
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Can we take a walk like we used to?
Further than around the yard
sing to me like you used to
You and me we aren't far apart
Buried beneath my grim grin
In regrettable childhood sin
Carry it with me to the park
I love you but I know your world is getting dark
Oh long live the king
and your couple of forgotten names
They left you inside of your home
Waiting for another skeleton ring on the phone
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10. |
"A Couple of Swells"
06:28
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Part 1:
Time
to go home
No more bones
Shaking my phone
And I'm too stoned
To hear your weird song
I just want
To go home
Part 2:
Everything feels so rehearsed
Trying to find the balance of
blessings and curses
Never witnessed
grimness like this
Part 3:
It feels like a regress
it feels like a big mess
it feels like I made it
and it feels like im 80
I feel like an adolescent
its yanking at my sleeve and taking me for granted
and it feels like
your last hit
and it feels like
the foot of your bed
and it feels like
your bad breath
and it feels like
a piece of shit
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