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There were many miles on your fog machine when I was cast the phantom.
That's how it goes when you go away -- candle light's the only friend I ever made.
The shadows on the wall they lick your...
The shadows on my face they lick your frame.
Smile at the sun too long
Tell the blisters they belong to nothing. To no one.
Where did you get that suitcase? I thought I threw it away.
Don't you know what it means? Dear god, I think you know what it means.
Put it down. Put me down. This bag is holding more than clothes:
It's fact wrapped up in letting go.
I am no belief, I'm exactly what it means to be your ghost.
Smile at the sun to long
Tell the blisters they belong to nothing. To no one.
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Where Were You
03:03
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Where were you when I let myself down, full speed, again?
Waiting on an intro I won't get. Waiting on a sorry I have heard before.
We've all said it.
I want to know what it's like to feel like you felt anything at all.
I don't know if you hurt, but you sure haven't helped.
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3. |
Sister Song
03:28
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Is your sister better than you?
And is your jawbone coming loose?
Take a breath for two.
Is your sister better than you?
We're the same old face and the same old blood. You're a different breed.
Kiss the what and fight the how
with tongue in cheek and furrow brow.
You can scream "not now"
with tongue in cheek and furrowed brow.
We're the same old face and the same old blood. You're a different breed.
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4. |
Glass Heart Maps
03:17
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I flew my kite into your yard.
You gave a start but that's a start.
Before you knew me, that's all I had:
Tint toys in plastic bags.
I swear you're better than me.
I swear I will never tell you.
Impasse has met its match
in glossy eyes and glass heart maps.
This old bother's got to go.
Line between us, Maginot.
So get your tanks and I'll fetch mine.
Flank. Crash. What divide?
I swear you're better than me.
I swear I will never tell you.
Impasse has met its match
in glossy eyes and glass heart maps.
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Divorce Song
04:28
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Oh
Force and all of its riches.
How bad are we?
And veins, fracked with great precision.
We're dug, aren't we?
Take your hands off of me.
Trace our chins with both of your thumbs.
It's okay (Nothing is worse than okay).
Look, she's sitting in the snow.
Her fist, her tiny fucking fist, is blue.
How could you?
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