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last night i imagined myself, as a private investigator
i slept early on my tiny bed, a mountain mattress
by my lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by my lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
now the light is pooling on the leaves, the wind is
squirreling
through the house is asleep, bodies recovering from
toxins
lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by me lonesome, looking for something new to say
up and down up and down the hallways and the
streets
knocking hushes whispers quiet and quick
up and down up and down the hallways and the
streets
knocking hushes whispers quiet and quick
you sit with a map on your lap, create fantastic worlds
i think i must be afraid of death, i wonder if i'm
melancholic
lonesome, quiet and searched the radio
by my lonesome, break windows with pebbles for the thrill of the sound when it cracks
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Knuckles
02:48
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say you say you wanna go for a ride
say you want me by your side
tell me you like the pit in your throat
and for it you would die
chokin chokin like bottle neck
on a root that tugs so sweet
hey you hey i wanna be with you
grip tight and knuckles white
i'll twist you twisted up into my braid
and swing you out of here
fold you up into a paper boat
rip apart on a wind so fierce
we'll fade away with phantom pains
and flicker light years away
you'll rain on me with phantom drops
and soak me invisibly
if you're thinkin of leaving me
you best be on your way
do me a favour unshackle me
and make it quick and fast
smearing paint to cover your scent
and you say you wanna be friends
hey you hey when you see my ghost
make sure you're not alone
i'll twist you twisted up into my braid
and swing you out of here
fold us up into a paper boat
rip apart on a wind so fierce
you'll rest your cheeks in puddles and potholes
trying to lose the guilt
fill the space with sights and sounds
that make you fall asleep
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White Lies
02:35
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its impossible to be true all the time
so i whistle the call of the wild wind of deceit
we conjure up smokescreens, projections of fact
everyday
and we waltz to each others vanity
its okay
we slip and fall flat over fickle emotions all the time
and trip over ourselves day in and day out
when you tell me you've got tricks up your sleeve
it scares me
maybe i'm simple you know i like magic
but it blinds me
when i'm not careful trouble comes knockin me down
i can't find the words to express how i feel so i lie
at first its just funny i want to impress
so it seems
but then you get too close its always just too close
too close
its too real its too real
its too real for me
when the clock strikes the time
its too real and i can't compete
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The Night
02:43
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the night, it hung
like a dead man's mystery
the luck of the living
was lynched from the stars
the moon, it whimpered
and wobbled as it waned
i rocked in my soiled bed for you
we drowned, in a sea
of leaves after the fall
the slow death of colour
made greyscales of you
the dark clung to my eyelids
like dust to first dew
i dug a fresh grave for you
the night, it hummed
like a secret factory
lockets of hair
fell from the sky
cobwebs grew over
my mouth and my eyes
we chewed our nails down to the bone
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