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There's a road map on my face
The streams of blood are little highways
They are directions to my love
Feel the warmth as night goes on
A mirror is only
A pool of water
I cannot put
My hand in
There is doubt across your eyes
You push my hand off of your thigh
The stars are falling from the sky
But there's only litter in my yard
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Simple Addition
00:55
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I'm running out of fingers
For simple addition
Counting up ideas
Defending my follies
This routine is boring
We both stood right here
But it will get better
It's all I want
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Angel From Montpelier
03:03
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And if you know
Half of what I know
Then baby we don't know
Half of what we should
And if you walk
The same roads that I walk
Then maybe our paths will cross
But I don't know
Angel from Montpelier
And if you fly
Then maybe I'll fly
But probably I won't try
Cause that's the way it goes
And if you die
Then I'll die
But not at the same time
That's just how it goes
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Not a Fan of the Lyrics
01:52
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I have eyes to see you
But there ain't no moon out
I've adjusted to my phone screen
My vision is permanently blurry
I'll admit that I'm boring
I have nothing to say
I'll admit that I'm boring
I have nothing
I have hands to feel you
But the skin is all cracked
I wish I were made of marble
You'll only keep me as an artifact
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So what if this song
Only has eight lines
I'm not a man of many words
At least not at this time
So this will do
Whenever you leave
My heart splits in two
You left one of your mugs here
I drink my coffee from it now
So that will do
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Painted Horses
02:29
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You spent time out west with the national monuments
Spending your time there finding yourself in the vastness
You came back east, collapsed into nothingness
All the talk about now is the painted horses
You're dreaming of painted horses
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Without a Hangover
01:56
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I'm not really drinking anymore
Not sure if I will again
Everything is so clear
When I'm not on the bathroom floor
All I feel is sweet and golden
I wanna beer
What're you holding
My sleep is still rocky
No longer sleeping like a stone
At least when I wake I am lucid
I see I still can't keep you with me
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Little Pop Songs
01:24
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Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm fine
I just keep thinking, that I'm wasting my time
All these little pop song, they have no meaning
Well now it's obvious, they have no feeling
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Rusty Dusty
00:54
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Rusty dusty
All I have is a riff
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The Break
01:56
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I can't say I'm surprised
I'm sick to my stomach please don't look into my eyes
You met me exactly where I wanted
You left me circling my apartment
I beg mercy, I bleed sorrow
The hours are fading straight into tomorrow
I feel lost the years always building
At graduation where will I be sitting
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Untitled #4
01:41
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When I woke up you were dressed up
And your bags were packed complete
I asked you if you were leaving
And all you did was laugh at me
Your car was lost around the corner
I was lost inside the bottle for weeks
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice shame on me
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