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My Sister's Husband
03:36
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I can't see you getting old
Don't let hubby buy your soul
You'll pour your tears in his lovin' cup
then won't have a one to shed
when he doesn't fill yours up
And one of these days you'll get caught in a cage
and you'll try to forget the moment
I told you that this mistake will be your
Face
Your problems on your own
My head is about to blow
I'm melting down, I'm melting down.
Memories of when you were innocent
are oozing out of my pores
I'm not saying you can't be his, but why can't I still be yours?
How does it feel to get so good at using that middle finger on your big brother?
I wanna know if your heart even twitches when I ask you
How does it feel? How does it feel
to fly so high the wind won't let you come down?
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Two Yellows
04:21
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Your eyes are fire
Your look is barbed wire
Your move is my spent fuel
To drive away from me
To forget all about
How I'm not feeling free
I'm East and you are West
But our wheels are colliding
Our dead souls are a beach
That is no land or sea
Two Yellows
Two serpents twisting
Their young minds insisting
So I don't talk to you
And you don't talk to me
And we don't talk about
How we're both feeling free
I'm swimming in your poison
That killed the sick in me
You're trotting in my garden
And killing only weeds
Two Yellows
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3. |
Pickle Mansion
07:36
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Sun comes up, walk out that door
Morning Haze, one hit more
Rooted tree, a lightning house
Broken glass, a worn in couch
Dance inside this Brighton glow
Flip the switch, watch the show
Turn me on, let time explode
Our ears in tune, our minds exposed
Spinning in a room unknown
Flip the side, this is home
We're living in this world alone
But rest assured, we know that this place is home
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4. |
Speak in Beeps
07:54
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Welcome back into my life, friend
Let me hold your hand so I can feel if it's real
Maybe I've just lost my mind, or
Were you always made of steel?
Did you strike some kind of deal?
Your teeth don't shine the way they used to
Your breath puts off a hint of voodoo
My ear is resting on your sternum
But all I hear are cogs a-turnin'
And it feels like you are trying to say something but you can't
As you "tame thy tongue" you speak in beeps that I can't understand
My eyes have opened to the man I am
They see your friendly faces as an ambush
Now you've got me thinking, hours without blinking,
Surely I am sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts
Now my blood can't go on pumping
Without him thumping on my door
To trade my bleeding heart for an iron core
But he told me if I'd just let him do it life would be so good
As he claimed my tongue I spoke in beeps that can't be understood
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Maps Need Reading Knoxville, Tennessee
Do your feet wanna tap? Does your soul need feeding? Is your inner voice telling you that your maps need reading?
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