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You Can't Hear Me
01:55
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Everything in this ghost town can't
Help you get out of the ground
Nothing in this headache town can
Help you get back to this sound
I couldn't think of anything
God knows I want you back so
Bad I can't even withstand the
Gravity under the sand it
Shifts, it breaks, it melts my hands, I-
Everything in this ghost town can't
Help you get back to the sound
Nothing in this headache town can
Help you get back to this sound
I couldn't think of anything
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Still Birdwatching
02:17
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Your Bones In Our Bed
02:26
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Get out
Get it out
Let it out
Make it stop, don't let it bleed
I don't need you telling me
Make it stop, don't feed the trees
Because she belongs in bed with me
Make it stop, let it breathe
Hear the birds down the drain
Make it stop, make it bleed
Help me learn to love the leaves
I hate the Sun, I hate the sea
I hate the things heroin leaves
Please come back, come back to bed
Please come back, come back from dead
Make it stop, don't feed the trees
Because she belongs in bed with me
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I'm tired of the holes
The holes in my veins
I'm tired of the soul
That keeps the meaning in place
I'm tired of the bones
The bones in my legs
I'm tired of the moon
That keeps the waves the same
I'm tired of my soul
This bed misses your bones
I couldn't save your soul
This needle helps my own
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Too Many Lights
03:03
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Too many lights, I can't break these nights
I fell far from heights, I can't break these nights
So many lights, so many lights
Everything in time, but nothing rhymes
Or so you said, so many lights
So many lights, so many lights
So many lights, I fell far from heights
I can't break these nights, I can't break these nights
I can't break these nights, so many lights
Self-taught and vocal and very scared
It's not fair, but this river is here
I found an ocean where I left my boat
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Your Heart In Mine
02:37
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All I am is seashells.
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Kerri's Lullaby
02:06
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I'll Be There
02:31
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Copycat
02:51
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We both fell outside our home
We both made it on broken bones
We both did things to our poor arms
We did things to our poor arms
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We couldn't stand to be alone
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We were stuck in a place we don't belong
And I carried weight so you could tag along
And I waited just a little too long
And I waited just a minute too long
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We couldn't stand to be alone
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We both fell outside our homes
We both made it on broken bones
We did things to our poor arms
We did things to our poor arms
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We couldn't stand to be alone
We killed ourselves to feel at home
I'm stuck in a town that's going to run me, run me down
I'm stuck in a town that's going to run me, run me down
I'm stuck in a town that's going to run me, run me down
I miss having, having you around
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We killed ourselves to be let down
We killed ourselves to feel at home
We couldn't stand to be alone
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One more for Kerri. I think this is take eight. Jag saknar dig.
If that cloud's too high, well so am I
Baby we'll get by, bake cakes that blow our minds
Yes it's dirt and brine, I swear it tastes just fine
Don't let it get you sad when cake batter tastes bad
Don't let the cigarettes eat up your nothingness
Sure it's mud and pine, with you it tastes just fine
If that's cloud's too high, well so am I
If that's cloud's too high, well so am I
I know it's pine and mud, but baking this way's fun
I know it's dirt and brine, will you come outside
I know it's pine and mud, but baking this way's fun
I know it's dirt and brine, with you it tastes just fine
Your TV's just like mine, I'm happy when it dies
Your TV's just like mine, I'm happy when it dies
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I'm Alone Houston, Texas
Experimental electronic music for bats, for the inconsolable, for the dead, for the addicted, for the too hopeless or too hopeful, for the people that see therapists, for the limerent; sounds for the anxious, the grieving, the lucid dreamers, the starving artists, the people that can't get it together, for anyone that's ever felt alone in a room full of people. ... more
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