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Everything
03:03
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look at how the light clasps your face
baby, you're a spool of gold thread
on a loom of a god with glass hands
can i hold you as you're woven?
can i hold you as you're woven?
i haven't felt lonely in days
or nearly as broken
i'm not skipping through the streets, but
i leave the blinds open
i leave the blinds open
oh, i leave the blinds open
and i get up on time
i get up on time
and i wash off my skin, hoping
that maybe your glow
will find its way into me
can i hold you?
can i know you?
to me, you're everything
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2. |
Blood
04:37
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i think i could be a man if america would let me
real men sweat, they fuck their wives and then go out and run the country
let me be soft, let me lay in a half-shell bed
indisposed and red
what's wrong with me
what's wrong with them
what's wrong with me
what's wrong with them
i taste blood
everything i've ever loved is dripping down my back
i lost another one
i want to lay in the sun where nobody can come and get me
and i want to run as far as my indecent lungs will let me
real men die for promises that they don't understand, a blind religion in their hands
men don't cry, they fuck their wives and then go out and ruin the land
love, will you forgive me for what i'm not and what i am
my heart's a basin
my father filled it up with lead
i taste blood
everything i've ever loved is dripping down my back
i lost another one
and everything i've ever done won't be enough to get him back
i taste blood
everything i've ever loved is dripping down my back
i lost another one
and everything i've ever done won't be enough to get him back
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3. |
American Blonde
02:55
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4. |
Light Blue
04:29
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this feels like an abuse of the ritual
a thousand yellow flowers in the swimming pool
he put his hands on me real slow
never even took his shirt off
you only love me in the subliminal
i hold my body like a bowl
and look at you like the rain
now nothing in this world feels new
i peer around the corner, and i
think that i see you, light blue
so content to exist in your peripherals
you watched him grip the skyline with his fingernails
slack-jawed, eyes on your new god
i can clip my own wings now, if i want
now nothing in this world feels new
i peer around the corner, and i
think that i see you, light blue
daniel kissed me hard in his living room
it struck me like a hit to the head
now nothing in this world feels new
i peer around the corner, and i
think that i see you, light blue
light blue
light blue
light
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5. |
Regret
04:11
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what if you found someone else at that party
to suck your dick in the backyard
you're not one for apologies
you say they don't get you too far
but i know it better than anyone
that people like you just want people like me
to like them
forgot my name on the second date, and i liked it
leaned in for a kiss and you looked around because we were in public
i needed the way you filled up a room
so i didn't have to show them all i was god damn empty of anything interesting
and you could be anything to anyone
you just can't hold your shape for too long
johnny, keep on calling, i'm ten minutes from the pier
stay on the line, keep on talking, so i know you're there
take me to the shoreline, you can reason out the cause
i'll just keep on learning how to justify your flaws
you can get somebody else to grab at the brass ring
pretend that it's me and that he can give you all the same things
and i'll do what i do and feel happy for you in the corner
and we'll be what we are, just a song on a voice recorder
and you can be anything to anyone
you can be anything to anyone
you just can't hold your shape for too long
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6. |
Henry
03:51
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i can't be reasoned with when i get this way
i get all dressed up and then waste away the day
i never did know just where to put my hands
i wretch away from you and then come crawling back
the only way i live is just inside your shadow
the only way you see me's standing on your tiptoes
i'll pick a day and place when i will disappear
and you wouldn't notice it
and if i had it my way, i would hitch me to your horse
coax it into trotting, drag my body behind yours
i lose my reason and my feelings when you're gone
but when i'm with you all i do is write these songs
the only way i live is just inside your shadow
the only way you see me's standing on your tiptoes
i'll pick a day and place when i will disappear
and you wouldn't notice it
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7. |
Possessor
02:54
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and i don't want to go outside
i think i'd rather stay in here
where i know everything is fine
where i know i can disappear
he's better off and moving on
found someone with a better disposition
i could rot in place for weeks
and no one would know the difference
so put your tongue in me
i like it better when i'm asleep
i like it better when my clothes are on
i like it better when my mind is gone
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8. |
Cameron
03:53
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cameron, pull the spring off of my skin
something in the way you move
calls me to you at night again
i'd sooner find a way to bring the moon to you than leave
i'd try to pin it down for you
cameron, at dawn i'll do the quiet work
of pulling our bodies out of the water
near the town where you were born
there's magic in the way
you hold your head up to the sun
makes me wish i'd known you
back when you were young
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9. |
Pilgrim
03:09
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you'll make a pilgrim of me yet
you're a real asshole like that
i was just something warlike, and birdlike
and in you i saw a chance to make a nest
come as you are is what you told me
so i showed up to the party alone and depressed
wearing yesterday's shirt and the sheets from your bed
please, nathaniel, make a proper woman out of me
so i can finally meet all of your friends and family
god bless all the patriots with a handle on their knives
we won't earn their acceptance until we are man and bride
and i don't think you like me unless i'm a little drunk
but i stopped that a month ago so you and me are done
i don't think you like me unless i'm a little drunk
but i stopped that a month ago so you and me are done
i don't think you like me unless i'm a little drunk
but i stopped that a month ago so you and me are done
i don't think you like me unless i'm a little drunk
but i stopped that a month ago so you and me are done
you'll make a pilgrim of me yet
you're a real asshole like that
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10. |
Bears No Children
03:48
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june eyes, neck thrown over his shoulder
spittle on the back of a black-haired man
i grunt between the breaths
eyes to god, flicking ashes off a marlboro
i give no credit to my love, it is selfish and shallow
i wanted and took it, so callous and callow
and inside an answer, which bears no question
inside this body of mine, which bears no children
and inside an answer, which bears no question
inside this body of mine, which bears no children
she was a brunette, his wife and his daughter
he wore his necktie like a milemarker
i'm just a possessor
he knew i was boundless
spineless, and barren
fantastically wounded
and inside an answer, which bears no question
inside this body of mine, which bears no children
and inside an answer, which bears no question
inside this body of mine, which bears no children
beg for forgiveness
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11. |
Thanks
02:29
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i'll kiss you on your chest, laying in your bed
for every violent storm inside of me,
there's one warm day by the sea
imagine that
promise i'll get rest, you always know best
and i won't drink unless it's saturday
or flinch or pull myself away
when you grab me and i'm not expecting it
amplifier hiss
every time we kiss
amplifier hiss
every time we kiss
amplifier hiss
every time we kiss
amplifier hiss
every time
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