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Good Things
02:37
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Good things are on the move this Friday morning
All the numbers reading good things warnings
honey you've got traveling in your blood
all the days you've got nothing left to give:
feels like maybe that's over
I'm in the river now, I trust how you have changed
wet bodies woven into a golden river braid
honey you've got traveling in your blood
all the days you've got nothing left to give:
feels like maybe that's over
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2. |
Pay-To-Pray
03:02
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Like you've never heard this before
sell me something I don't need to own
red-tag sale at the Catholic store
God you pay for is God you own
but who sells who?
the man a prophet and the woman a whore
tell the story like it just got born
like the stain on the bed is still warm
like you can't decide and you just feel so torn
sit still and you can feel stillborn
who sells who?
God you pay for is God you own
Surely, God you pay for is God you own, but who sells who?
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3. |
Ballroom Train
03:37
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Click click of my legs on tile
80 proof, single malt fear
we're all fed the same seeds
your last fight is here
I have grown this way
to fall over the light on the last lake
magazine's clinging rhythm
I know you're here but you cannot stay
legs to the clouds sway over my city
swat shields in a heart shape
March opens to start my spring
arms utter "bring him in"
I have grown this way
to fall through the light over the last lake
magazine's clinging rhythm
I know you're here but you cannot stay
Ballroom Train to stop these records
Righteous click of my magazine
arms fall
arms fall, iron into the lake
arms fall
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4. |
Post-War News
04:04
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You think you can just bury what you feel
wipe the blood of of your nine inch heels
stale expressions everywhere you turn
you can't support the ashes is you don't earn
what about post-war news?
I'm sick to death wishes and I feel this metaphor's been used before
legacy of pain when the billionaire dies
I'd put it into a song but I feel these 4 chords have been used before
Epic second verse where I say everything I mean
break the rhyming couplet cycle
tarnished emotion drips down, a steady, golden stream
professional hedonism in a steady, golden stream
what about post-war news?
I'm sick to death wishes and I feel this metaphor's been used before
legacy of pain when the billionaire dies
I'd put it into a song but I feel these four chords have been used before
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5. |
Shaken Wide
03:43
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I remember a life I haven't had happen yet
maybe you needed the time to make up all you forget
maybe under the knife you'll have some shade from where you've been
no it doesn't surprise me that you've given up on men
oh it shakes me, I'm shaken wide
when I can hold on and stay inside
you won't shake me,
I've shaken
I've creid
oh it shakes me, I'm shaken wide
I remember the two of you
one frozen, one lagging behind
and how I want to know you beyond what you're stuck inside
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6. |
Helixes
02:49
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Drew some conclusions until my marker frayed
hard to get old pain to act its age
hey sugar, where's my cain?
I've been bracing for impact since the zero grade
oh honey so many pairs of genes in my veins
holes in helixes through which you can see my legs
not a single easy thing about my day
hey mister, I can't feel my legs
white boys reprimanded when they misbehave
outlandish, but it sounds ok!
oh honey so many pairs of genes in my veins
holes in helixes through which you can see my legs
not a single easy thing about my day
Drew some conclusions until my marker frayed
hard to get old pain to act its age
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7. |
Milkweed
03:02
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Cowritten by Nicole Celeste Anderson
You have it on your right hand
your lungs are working so well
how nostalgia makes you cringe
dust enough to choke
seeds floating from the milkweed
and how I cannot occupy space
it's on to the next page
All the good voices on waves through the air in the morning
sick with the will to stay up for nights and I'm reforming
dust enough to choke
seeds floating from the milkweed
and how I cannot find my sleep
it's on to the next place
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8. |
Love Isn't Drowning
03:23
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Love can carry you on his shoulders
love can pick you up when the cold hurts
pain to erase your context
white board with nothing but a smudge left
don't mistake me
I know what mistake means
love shouldn't feel like drowning
face down water surrounding
love can give breath instead of draining all you have left
lower the stakes please
murder dichotamy
life and death be all around me
love is what I make it, what you make it
make love what you want it to be
don't mistake me
I know what mistake means
love shouldn't feel like drowning
face down, water surrounding
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