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Roses in the Back Yard
05:30
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I am dead weight to your feather-lite.
You're the ghost within my lungs I breathe at night
I miss this hard.
Your positive I'm negative its true.
Hold me up and you can see right through.
I miss this hard.
The roses in the back yard fall
they scatter to the fire burning through the wall
to get to you.
Heart hooked by the novocaine and smile
Forever I will stare a little while.
I miss this hard.
I'm breaking ribs just thinking about you.
Hearing blood, its chants can't be true.
I miss this hard.
The roses in the back yard fall
they scatter to the fire burning through the wall
to get to you.
The earth is broke and we are falling through.
I'm pulling to teeth to try and get to you.
If this was meant i'll set gods house on fire.
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Oh My Bones
06:34
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Oh, my bones porcelain made
you held me up in life's parade
But life's fell down and broke you all
Oh, my bones life was so cruel.
Oh, my heart born of fire
you hold on as my bones tire
I point my eyes to horizons tease
where my heart sees beyond the trees.
And we'll be safe once again before you know it.
Oh, my bones would you still bend
if I could wake if I could lend
a hand to hold if it was caught
would we be kings, a fight well fought.
Oh, my love tethered fast
around these words as long they last
there is still time il stop those hands
il wait right here where my love stands.
And we'll be safe once again before you know it.
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Holster
04:27
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All this light and all this colour slowly draining out of me
Final letters to another sit unopened patiently
And I don't understand why the ocean won't accept my hand
I'm firmly stuck on land but I'm falling.
If I could I would have
cut the head to spite the things I've done
So holster my face well with the stories for her that you tell
If I could I would have.
Oh my heroes oh my brothers I know you don't remember me
little parts of fucked up puzzles now your splinters on the sea
my memory tacks to you sporting tired eyes that you once knew
do you even feel the space of the lost piece.
If I could I would have
cut the head to spite the things I've done
So holster my face well with the stories for her that you tell
If I could I would have.
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