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Every Now and Again
02:53
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Tiny black critters that cover the wall
My vision's not skewed there's no need for alarm
Been hiding out in your bags full of yarn
It's hard to let go when it's all you control anymore
Get back up
Brush it off like you always do
EVERY NOW & AGAIN
No need to pretend
We know you fall back down
So terrified to speak your mind
You're grinding your teeth by the end of the night
Taught to get used to the thoughts that consume you
You'd rather let go than to put on a show anymore
credits
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2. |
His Name Is Finn
03:53
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Biting till you let go
I’m not sure just what I did wrong
But Cujo will spill from their tongue
When love becomes an afterthought
But I don’t need to change
I don’t care if it’s cold
I don’t need to fear anymore, need you to keep warm so
I won’t wait here forever for you to come back home
I am awake, but I’m not feeling it today
So whimper as you shake, the feeling that you’ve been replaced
And darling won’t you stay?
Stay awake, stay awake
You don’t know what to say when I misbehave, when I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore
And when you’re done feeling self-conscious and you forget how to be honest I won’t love you anymore, I won’t love you anymore
Lift my head up solemnly and lay there silent as you leave, I won’t love you anymore, I won’t love you anymore
When it’s not longer a question that my pain lives on in heaven I won’t love you anymore, I won’t love you anymore
Let it go, I don’t need to keep pretending that I love you anymore
I don’t care if it’s cold
I don’t need to fear anymore, need you to keep warm so
Can you fuck off forever so I can be alone, alone
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3. |
Trading Cards
03:46
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Reilly's alone but she doesn't know how to pioneer her own inner fear. Mieshie would die if she could live a life that would never change in the worst way. I find it hard to feel that way all the time. Is okay if it's all the same?
I can't read your mind to know.
If you would rather go home then spend your day learning to play. I'll make believe that you know what I mean. Bet it all away on a card game.
I can't read your mind to know if you'd leave me be hind, but you've never been so unkind.
Tell me all you want to know
I'll take it every where I go
I'm learning how not to feel that way
With out you
I can't read your mind to know what you hold inside and I can't give you that much time now.
credits
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4. |
Burn The Witch
03:21
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Dark as the night you used to chase
Hiding in plain sight, head down with a smirk on your face
Shuffle your hands and fold them back into place
You're building rapport so they can make your case
Ran down to the lake
More are on the way
Leave the door unlocked
Thinking I'm okay
Cheering from the crowed
Dragging me through town
Violently chanting
BURN THE WITCH!
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5. |
Brighton
05:01
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Omit the truth from conversation
Taking advantage of family relation
You yammer on about how to pay them
Incessant sense of dread leaves you jaded
It's too late you're falling through
The earth came and swallowed you
If I tried I'd be accused
Of knowing just what to do
No one is coming to save me from nothing
That can't be replaced I can't see your face
No one can stop me from leaving with out the aforementioned truth
I'll leave it with you
Not that it was planned, it's getting out of hand
There's nothing left now, there's nothing left
I can't keep calm I think it's better if I don't know
Brighton.
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