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sadface
03:06
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Covered in black clothing except for this cat's hair
Capable of loving surely until you begin to sit
Beside me in the moment that I see
A fucking cover sheet thrown on our mattress
All of its certainty, you've got unforgettable hair
They know all the words to fill the radio air
Giving me three hours, speaking jesus couldn't fill that length
Amaze you for the first, splendored hurting
given tickets for your earnestness
but I've got a lot of work
to satiate the clock til' 8
we throw the covers on, we fuck on our mattress
All of its certainty, alight on the TV screen
I've known the need before.
I've given up everything.
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lionshead
02:52
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I've seen the fire from you friend
and the flats of your finger beds.
Shall I observe the folds of the summered eye you keep cold.
Oh, I feel for the layers in your lionshead.
Oh, if given the moment just to stare at them.
For long the patience in you stirs with whom we travel up the road.
I am the wall saying "Look at you go".
With every grand arrival
surfacing from the devil's dive.
The spoon says liven silence but I won't dare nor may I might.
Oh, you sing for the minnows when the one is bled.
Oh, I wait for the shark to rise from memories bed.
For the long the vagrant in you stirs with whom we travel up the road.
I am the song saying "Look at you go".
I am the wall saying "Look at you go".
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ms. colette
03:38
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Ms. Colette, I wanna be like you.
You're strung with pretty hair and everybody's fool.
All for whatever his gift is.
You sold your cigarettes to keep your pretty lips.
Beneath the steps, yesterday done burned.
But it hasn't left back when you had no rouge.
Andy, please, oh i can't say your name.
No more prisoners including me.
At night, I call to hear your hymn.
When I want, I lay you down and I could use you
but heaven ain't so high so i do.
Are you hungry yet. You're just a pretty bird.
Another word in that cool cadence.
Is all I want then I can help you leave.
Another melody is what I'm marrying.
At night, I call to hear your hymn.
When I want, I lay you down and I could use you
but heaven ain't so high so I do.
When I want, I lay you down and I could use you
but heaven ain't so high so I do.
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POV
03:12
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I’ve got this fetish
It’s nothing to return
Rewinding whispers
My heart is in the right place
POV
These girls, what changes me
These same girls with words
And your pictures of me
These girls, why could I be
These same girls
And you’d be the same dear, to me
I’d love medicine
Customers prefer you
Playing babysitter
Your hand is in the right place
POV
Your words, changing daily
These same boys with you
Diseased the same as me
Your words, why could I hear
Your same words
From my own POV
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ish Gulfport, Mississippi
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