1. |
lite a cig
03:58
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She thinks about it every day
But that doesn't mean it'll go her way
She still likes it
She still likes it
All her answers are problems
Or at least they end up that way
But she still likes them
She still likes them
Grabbed her bag and her keys
And she’ll just run away
Start the car, light a cig
She don’t care what they say
Tell her mom and her dad
That this will be okay
One more chance, yeah, no more blood
Cause that was yesterday
That was yesterday
That was yesterday
That was yesterday
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2. |
cardigan
04:45
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I spent my morning in the shower til the water ran cold
Singing for no one but hoping you
Would hear and think the writing was beautiful
And i have grown
My cardigan doesn't fit me this winter
I'll have to throw away my career as a teacher
If it’s okay with you, I'll never go back to school
But i'll keep washing my hands like they told me to
All of its scripted and none of it’s new
I'll just head home and watch some cartoons
I'll be keeping your place in the longest of lines
If its elation you've lost well it's sadness you'll find
I spent a fortune on these flowers, now my banks on hold
Waiting for no one but hoping you
Would fear and think a god could be merciful
But your steps grew cold
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3. |
with you
03:48
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South minneapolis won’t hold us back forever
We’ll pick up and run, we’ll tell em in a letter
i don’t know what it will cost
but i know staying here is a choice
it’s all fun and i’m not scared
As long as I’m here with you
and i know, i know
it’s always better when i’m with you
Fuck the state and fuck the cops who guard it
We’ll watch it burn
You and I won’t have this
Let’s figure it out
Together we can’t be bothered
Say good bye to all we probably won’t miss
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4. |
limbo
05:12
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You can find me
You can find me
In the city that's always
The city that's always asleep
You can find it
You can find me
In the city that's always
The city that's always asleep
You can find me
You can find me
In the city that's always
The city that's always asleep
You can love me
You cant love me
In the city that's always
The city that's always asleep
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5. |
carousel
04:10
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Riding in your car for hours
You didn't make space for me
I’m looking out the window
thinkin of places I would rather be
I know this is important
We could drive all night for fun
Somewhere where the winters
Won't hide the sun from us
I'll ask you for another
I’m broke and begging for
Forgiveness and so much more
Forgiveness and so much more
I'll ask you for another
I know i’m begging for
Forgiveness and so much more
Forget this, i’m so much more
and i know better
Than to let you lead me around
and I am better
Than what you think of me now
Let's pause and take a break
there’s space for you and me
cause i feel like a stranger
Sittin in your passenger seat
you know just where to find me
if you ever choose to run
Somewhere where the winters
Won't hide the sun from us
This doesn't feel like progress
I'm not one to sit and obsess
over the things you talked me into
This isn't progress
I'm not one to sit and digest
All the things you talked me into
And I’m more than just an issue
Dont ask me for another
I dont know what i’m looking for
Forgiveness and so much more
Forget this I’m so much more
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6. |
scotty
03:45
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Sometimes i wonder if the question’s worth the answer
How many times will you blame all of your partners
For your past shitty behavior
We can’t all be your knight in shining armour
You’re so predictable like scotty mascola
You play the victim but have so many of them
It’s always next time is the last time
You have no control of your life
What’s it gonna take for you to come clean
No one else can help you take responsibility
You’re just static, not electricity
You’re just static, not moving
Does he wear on you?
Where on you?
I can’t sleep when you’re lying
When you’re lying next to me
You’re so predictable like scotty mascola
You play the victim but have so many of us
It’s always next time is the last time
You have no control of your life
What’s it gonna take for you to come clean
No one else can help you fake responsibility
You’re just static, not electricity
You’re just static, not moving
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7. |
zach
05:03
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Last time I saw you
We were tied up
For the same old shit
I still wear your clothes
And watch the lives
Of your wife and your kids
Four years later
everyone that I pass
Still looks like you
There’ll be no last time
that i speak your name
If we keep saying it
You got out
I wonder how it felt
To let go that one last time
We all met at your house
Went through your things
Like it was normal
To peek through your life
I still drive your white car
Thru the city and places
That you once showed to me
There’ll be no last time
That i speak your name
If we keep screaming it
if we keep on saying it
if we keep on saying it
if we keep on saying it
if we keep on saying it
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8. |
choke
04:56
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You think about it then you choke
Can’t smoke or drink your way out of this
Just wanna let go but you won’t
Can’t find the right words to say
I think you’ve lost control
You’re always looking for more
But there's no cure for the past
Face it or it will kill you
Face it or it will kill you
You think about it then you’re done
Maybe it’s too hard to speak
Trying your best you just can’t deal
Can’t hate, I know just how it feels
I think you’ve lost control
You’re always looking for more
But there's no cure for the past
Face it or it will kill you
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