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Downers Grove
02:39
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nothing's on my mind
i just try to palm the soil
i keep taking sides
carry me through olive oil
i'll be leaving soon
sing along as i exhale
you'll be going too
sing along as i exhale
(don't you love me to my bones)
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Creases
05:55
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what warm soul freak did i meet out in the lobby?
they've got pictures hanging of their hobbies
sometimes they wonder if they can still hear them
breaking down stone cold fortresses
that hide all their inner aspirations
giggiling with all that's advantageous
i've been thinking about how you make a blanket
crystal clear there
perforated on their edging
somewhere near there
static lines on the dull tape glow
sitting the sidelines
communicating with pigeons
eating the high life
spitting out the over eaten songbirds
that clutter the tracklist with beautiful rackets
somber recollections of warm smiles sitting a little while
in the dull tape glow
sleeping in
i've been awake too many hours
a cough lingering
lay me back upon a flower
a cup of ice
some cooling medication
a teething eye
you sneak in my meditation
what warm soul freak did i meet out in the lobby?
they've got pictures hanging of their hobbies
sometimes they still wonder if they can still hear them
can you still hear them?
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No Dice
03:23
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spray paint my knees
skate clipped ankle bleeds
piss in the streetlight
no buff on the bloodline
staircase to sleep in
dogs beaten and bleeding
smoked out encampments
12 tooth spitting slanted
bottles of urine
and roaches and burning
scabs on the hands
and love in the wasteland
anxiously waiting
the pills you've been taking
dark and the zero
it swallows you whole
all we've been hiding
emboldened by silence
bones dripping violence
molested by hauntings
the cop creature feature
they turn out and beat her
so roll up your hands
and fight in the wasteland
spray paint my knees
observing the thieves
live in the streetlight
and piss in the bloodline
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Gordon
03:56
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dust on the window and a part of the whole
brings my eyes back to drinking in all the backyard glow
written in letters and inked into skin
i could be better at letting in the winds
kate, don't be afraid
it's not all going to go away
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Heating
04:11
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i've been breathing
trying to think awhile
i've been holding
and i've been hiding smiles
at the doorstep
we've been loitering
tossing glances
where all the crickets sing
see my face where it grows tired
of all this wondering
of where to place all of this
hibernating yearning
i've been leaning
trying to hold a style
something broken
a cloud upon the brow
i've been heating
sitting next to you
tuck our knees in
and wobble into tune
see my face where it grows tired
of all this wondering
i know a place where we could
melt into eternity
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i just want to know how you feel about it
time to let it grow let it glance about the lamp light
you said the words you thought about were
"gold on the sunset shoreline"
you don't fret over a single thing
but i can tell that time will not waste this away
touch your face up next to mine
i've been choking on your tongue
i feel words i feel numb
like the way i used to love you so bad
you know it fucking pains me
and i can tell that time will not waste this away
(tea and warm cream
sweetheart oh i can't sing)
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Leaking
03:38
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too slow
not growing out of eyesore
pink glow
still stuck inside your abstract
liquid courage and bread for dinner
i'm still falling for it
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Dusted
03:02
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dusted this morning thought i'd give ya a call
shake off my nighttimes and teach me to crawl
licking my loose teeth and pissing the moon
tell you the truth i don't know how to show you
baby, see my old diary i left on the road
i've got secrets i'm hiding and truth to be told
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