1. |
Dust
03:32
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On my knees
door closed behind me
I open another
unbutton my coat
took one last look at that child
cuz I'll never get another
He pushed the dust around in a skilled way
I watched as the line moved towards me
he said, don't worry baby you'll be okay
just lean over and come my way
It tasted like sharpie pen
it draws me in
I gained hours and things to say
but I lost something that night
spent the whole time
scanning the carpet
and I still haven't found it
lean over and come my way
don't hesitate
don't fight me
you'll never win, anyway
so just lean over and try me
lean over and come my way
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2. |
Dylan's Song
03:11
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He's got it where he wants it all
he's got it all
he's got it all
and I'm not his so he don't need
to answer to a woman anymore
but he drinks with his friends in a basement
and I guess that's a satisfactory replacement
but I thought I meant something more
He doesn't miss me
he misses the situation
and he won't kiss me cuz he says "he'd want more"
I won't kiss him because I don't love him like I did before
but I'm drunk again and bored..
I'm slowly working out a systematic course of avoidance
that doesn't leave me to balance in high heels on a fence post
and his linear thoughts keep leading him blind, in accordance
with the cold place in his chest, away from my ghost
and I'm not angry like I was and this is a butter knife not a switch blade
and it doesn't cut like your jealousy does and won't do as much harm
as accusing me everyday
it's quickly turning out to be a superfluous task to ask
for thirteen hours of grinding teeth to give homage to the past, at last
or nine hours of drug induced sleep to make the present past fast
or ten minutes with his dick in the sheets believing his sex is the ultimate gas
instead I got a couple of weeks
wishing I had lived it all
looking into a crystal ball and gaining some emotional foresight
to cushion the fall
black and white reflected from the prism
his mind is his own prison
but even still I was happy with him
yah looking back I guess I was happy with him...
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3. |
Murderous
06:56
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This wicked sun sits cooking my thoughts
my soul is bleeding out
but it's the only one I've got
and I've got no shame left to wrap it up
I've just got these two hands
to catch the drops
Have you got the strength
are you 'Man' enough
for when the going gets tough
Murderous
This old neighborhood can still bend my thoughts
our ghosts hang from the trees
while the cherry blossoms drop
can still hear you say "don't drag your feet"
as I walk down Second Street
swing sets and chain link fences
rubbing our elbows and knees
You're the one that got away
because I didn't try hard enough
but I'm too scared to say it
In case your going gets tough
Murderous
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4. |
Johnny
03:57
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If you're trying to get even
trust me babe, I am bleeding
think twice about why you're hurting
because nothing and no one was certain
You can change all you like
talking trash, trying to start a fight
and you can deny me all you like
but Johnny it's your heart and my knife
Pushed all your friends aside
for a girl that's gone and changed your state of mind
and getting over it is fine
but your false maturity don't suit you right
Impossible at a time before now
but hating you is something I can do now
just being numb is what I want now
Johnny I get it
You just wanted to make it clear
well it's crystal why you took me here
and you can blame it on me all you like
but Johnny it's my heart and your knife
If I've only caused you grief, Johnny
why did you still let me in?
and if you've only caused me grief, Johnny
why did I still let you in?
I could debate it a million times
but a straight answer never will be mine
and I could love you all my life
but it seems now, that's a fucking waste of time..
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5. |
Paint
03:30
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I could forget how you've failed
grow and sharpen my finger nails
scratch out all of the details
be a mat at your door
You've had loose change at your feet for weeks
such a cowardice move
but don't come to me with this love realized
cuz it's too late to put it to use
You can paint your face white
and you can paint it all you like
but you still got that black on the inside
no matter if we start it out right
I made a nest, tinfoil bed
when your sheets got stained with her
and I can't trust I won't lay back in it
if things begin to blur
And I could paint my face white
and I could paint it all I like
but I still got that black on the inside
no matter what I promise you
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6. |
Wolf
05:23
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His paint's appealing
sun kissed
and drained
hanging around the ceiling
avoiding today
One needle
no thread
sew on me a wolf's head
We are the walking dead
His blood, I'm keeling
mornings, they ain't the same
can't separate the feelings
my needs and wants are the same
One needle
warm bed
sew on me a wolf's head
I can't get enough of it
we are the walking dead...
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7. |
Neon Wisdom
04:55
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